A gift from France.

Many years ago, my Dad, who worked for a company that imported timber , went on a trip to a place in France called Neufchâteau. I remember that whilst he was away, the investiture of The Prince of Wales took place, so that means it was in 1969. When Dad came home, he brought both me and my brother a little toy soldier each. This one is mine and although the box has long since gone, the soldier still stands on display as he has for the last 47 years.