Visited Ma and Pa this afternoon. Dad mentioned he had some clamps in the cellar that I could have, so we took a trip down into the damp and dark.

My dad had inherited the tools and assorted items from my late grandfathers workshop. So I spent a short while rooting through old biscuit tins to see what there is. This picture is of the contents from one badly corroded tin – they have been in the cellar for about 25 years – and it contains loads of smaller tins, old tobacco tins, each carefully labelled with my granddad’s neat hand.

I have taken a selection of tools and things home with me and aim to restore them and put them back to use in my workshop.

I miss my grandpa.