i went back to cambridge yesterday and went rumaging around in dads shed. which is less of a shed, and more a cement block full up with bizarre junk that dad just cant throw away.
anyhow, he let me take these rather nice looking ‘gold block’ pipe tobacco tins that belonged to his grandfather.- nice to think my great grandad was using these, and now years later i am using them to put my little key collection in. aaah. i like silly sentimental old things.