I always carve a small slice of the weekend out to read Robert Florence’s Cardboard Children (aside from when it’s on hiatus). I don’t blog about it often. I wrote about it way back when, and assume that you’re either reading it or not by now. I hope you are. I will pump a little noise into the web about this week’s post, though, as it’s touching, nostalgic, and really, really took me back. In a week that’s been filled with nostalgia – I took the family to Babbacombe Model Village, no less – this rounded it all off in a very nice way. Recommended, obviously.
