Years ago when I was a small boy I would love to play in my Grandparents garden,but mainly in my grandfathers shed.
It was an off white colour with an Ivy growing over it,hidden in the corner of the garden.
It was like a secret place that only me and grandad knew about as grandma would never come near.
In it he had old tools,bits of engines and lawnmowers etc,it was a small boys dream place.
One day he gave me what I have kept safe some 30 years now.
He told me it was the tail wheel of Spitfire plane.
I have never checked,but to me if that's what grandad said it was,then that's what it is.I never knew how he got it or why.
When I look at the wheel,it reminds me of the happy days I spent at my Grandparents home playing in the garden,hiding in the shed and being cuddled by my Grandma,but also what that wheel means in our history.
My grandparents were so happy and kind,but had lived through such horrible times.
I thought this item would show what we as a human race are capable of,such pain and suffering but also so much love.