I came across this box the other day and found myself marvelling at how times have changed.
No longer are huge numbers of tightly buttoned up personnel being shipped off to the colonies, along with their cabin trunks. No longer do ghastly old and battered, travel worn trunks precede their perfectly pink, primped and prim, owners into the vast unknown.
Now everybody flies with their personalized, streamlined, wheeled luggage in tow. No longer personnel, they are now free flowing tourists on the dippy, hippy,
TRUSTAFARIAN TRAIL.
Nothing really changes, we still love to go, look and point.
And me?
I love that old chest for all it represents
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