Small, pocket-sized, succinct, petit: postcards. They’re the perfect way to tell your friends and family what you’ve been up to on your travels, and the perfect size to fit snugly and safely into a drawer. Alongside the postcards I’ve received, I seem to have amassed a collection of vintage postcards on my travels around the car boot sales and markets of Dorset. Some I would like to recycle into something new, others are too lovely to be changed. All have a story to tell. I love all the different dances on these postcards. I have never danced a water dance, but the next time I’m at the seaside… Maybe it’s very nosy, but I wonder why Sophia couldn’t go out on Friday? A lovely little poem and a beautiful border – I couldn’t have not bought it. And as I’m collecting lots of postcards, it’s only fair that I send lots of postcards. Sounds like the perfect excuse for a holiday!