Avebury, England
The sight of this old hand cart reminded me of the classic Radio Flyer Red Wagon I had as a kid. Well, sort of. My metal wagon had a handle and four wheels too, just like this cart. My wagon is probably buried in a land fill somewhere, totally “recycled” by now. This wooden cart lives on.
New is not always better.
Thought for the Day: Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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How quaint, I love things like this.
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