That may look like a typical small florists on an English village street. But it holds a secret.
For during my childhood it was not a florist, but the local newsagents. One day in mid 1969 there appeared a strange contraption by the door, something called a spinner-rack. And it was loaded with garishly colored comic books from a far away land.
Yes this store is the very place I picked up a copy of Flash #186, my first American comic book!
Literally a life changing moment.
My own secret origin revealed!