All our yesterdays

From somewhere unknown Dee produced this picture to show to a friend. How do women manage to squirrel stuff away in remote and random places, always remembering exactly where a particular item is stored? 

The photo is of me and was taken in July of 1953 by my first wife, Joan, who passed away in 1996. I was then aged 19 and was half way through my National Service in the R.A.F. . Joan lived in York and I was based at nearby Full Sutton, a jet fighter station in those days (but latterly a high security prison). The photo was taken on a minigolf course in Ayr where we were on holiday.

This photo demonstrates three things. (1) It was my camera but not all that effective as there is a clear double image here. I have no idea from where or exactly how the background gasometer came into things. (2) I must have recently seen a James Dean movie  (3) Never use your golf club as a walking stick.

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