"As I Peer Through The Window Of Lost Time"

"Reflections of the way life used to be."

These oil-filled carboys stuffed with herbs and spices caught my eye in the window of, what is now, a Wildwood restaurant.

This used to be Pynes Emporium, 'selling everything from men's suits to a ball of wool, with an amazing hydraulic tube system that sucked the cash from each till and sent it scuttling back to the cashier's department'. The floor of the entrance still features the word 'Pynes' picked out in mosaic and this was reflected in one of the bottles.

My pic is a riot of reflections and it has got me singing The Supremes song which I remember well from The Summer Of Love in 1967.