I bought this battered die-cast toy engine off e-bay. It cost me 99p. I’m not sure what attracted me to it, other than a vague desire to give it a home.
It’s small enough to be comfortably cradled in my hand. It has a satisfying weightiness. There are no manufacturer’s mark, nor hint to it’s provenance.
It’s a bit of a mystery.
And a wonderfully poignant object, I can only guess at the hours of play it’s generated, and the scrapes, the adventures it’s been through.
I imagine a 1950’s lad, in a too-tight school blazer and cap, stuffing it into his pocket, with hankie and conkers, with catapult and other treasures…
If only I could find out more.