I found this amazing relic of times gone by in the heart of Christchurch. It was like walking into a store in pre-war London, complete with white-coated grocer monger - I know, wrong use of the word, but it seems appropriate. In any event, his name is Colin Johnson.
The place has been around since before the first world war. Colin's father, apparently, bought the place in 1949. He's been there since the early '50s and looks like he's still having fun - a man who just makes you feel better about your day.
The whole place was teeming with brands I grew up with back in Scotland. Old
Mr. Johnson, from behind the counter, greeted everyone as they came in. As I put my Frys Orange Cream on the counter, he said, "Time for a little treat is it?"
And it was.
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