I suspect that I will never exhaust my supply of vintage postcards. The latest job lot all feature Austrian scenes. These ones are almost all unused. Which makes them slightly more efficient to use – less time trying to decipher the scrawl on the back. I bought a batch of Devon ones recently from the 60s and 70s, one of the correspondents (writing to an address in London) had used the space to decry the amount of Northerners in Paignton.
As an aside – the postcard bottom left is of Linz – my one and only experience of hitchhiking was from Salzburg to Linz. Alas . . . not the centre of Linz but some motorway services on the outskirts, from which we decided to walk, and then catch a bus to the train station . . . bad decision. The hitchhiking itself was ok; apart from the driver showing us that he could operate the steering wheel with his knees.