NZGary
Command Sergeant Major
- Joined
- Jan 8, 2015
- Messages
- 2,004
Toy soldier collecting for me started with those first adolescent like steps into an exciting world that would be a backdrop to my life for nearly 20 years. Like those first awkward ‘fumblings’ of trying something new and exciting, I knew little at the time and to be honest I was a somewhat star struck and naive.
It was as cold as a dog’s nose that late January Saturday morning strolling on Plymouth’s main street nestled far to the south west of England’s green and pleasant land in 2002. The jumping off point for those Pilgrim Fathers was also the starting point for a hobby that would, to a certain extent, shape my life from that fateful day onwards.
I spied in the window of a model shop exquisite toy soldiers from the relatively newly released Waterloo and American Civil War ranges from that household name in toy soldiers, William Britain’s. I had the week before picked up issue one of a Napoleonic part work by DelPrado and was keen as mustard to start a small collection to go into a small cabinet in the corner of the dining room. It was then coincidence that ‘diamonds in the rough’ appeared to me as I was drawn to the shop window like a siren calling me onto the sharp rocks of ruin to view these splendid items.
It was as cold as a dog’s nose that late January Saturday morning strolling on Plymouth’s main street nestled far to the south west of England’s green and pleasant land in 2002. The jumping off point for those Pilgrim Fathers was also the starting point for a hobby that would, to a certain extent, shape my life from that fateful day onwards.
I spied in the window of a model shop exquisite toy soldiers from the relatively newly released Waterloo and American Civil War ranges from that household name in toy soldiers, William Britain’s. I had the week before picked up issue one of a Napoleonic part work by DelPrado and was keen as mustard to start a small collection to go into a small cabinet in the corner of the dining room. It was then coincidence that ‘diamonds in the rough’ appeared to me as I was drawn to the shop window like a siren calling me onto the sharp rocks of ruin to view these splendid items.