Last Sunday was almost perfect. Beautiful winter sunshine and together with husband and baby we headed for lunch in Winchcombe in the Cotswolds. It is a beautiful place with lots of independent shops. We had a very lazy long lunch at a pub and had a wonder through the village, where in an antiques shop window in the High Street something caught my eye – a teapot of course. As the shop was closed, I couldn’t even contemplate adding it to my collection. It was not the teapot but the message “to mother love Bert 25 December 1917”. I know I have no way of knowing the history, but immediately I had notions of Bert being sent off to the World War 1, with his mother treasuring her personal gift from him. More likely he was a young boy at the time. It is a sweet name you don’t hear too often! I am sure whatever the background she treasured it just as I would such a personal gift today – hint hint.