It is the beard that is a give-away. There was a small window of hairiness, somewhere between late-onset maturity and marriage when hair warmed my chin. Then I was told it was ridiculous and I had to shave it off. So I did. So this photograph must have been taken in about 1972 when I was still at University in Keele. It was somewhere in the Yorkshire Dales. I can vaguely remember the day if not the precise location.
The same strip of film and therefore the same approximate date – maybe 1971 or 1972. This is my father, Albert, replacing the putty in the front windows at our house in Oaklands Avenue, Northowram. He will have been about sixty at the time and therefore he still had another five years left to work.