There is a three-part novel’s worth of expressions and body language going on in this old photograph from my Lost And Found collection. For him, there is a kind of proprietorial pride about what is most likely a new motor car. For her it is far more complex; but that proprietorial pride is reflected in her expression but with added layers of complexity.
RING O’BELLS INN, HALIFAX (1960s)
Other than a coat or two of whitewash and the addition of some in-your-face signage, little seems to have changed as far as the external appearance of the Ring O’Bells between when I took this photograph forty or fifty years ago and today. Dating back to God-knows-when (an appropriate expression as the pub used to be called “The Sign Of The Church”), the pub still nestles in the shadow of the Parish Church (Minster) for protection or for custom – or more likely for both.