I won’t be around next week, I’m going to ski down a mountain. To be accurate, I am going to sit at the bottom of a mountain looking after t’grandson whilst his parents ski down a mountain. To be even more accurate, I am going to sup a cold beer at the bottom of a mountain, whilst the Good Lady Wife looks after t’grandson, whilst his parents ski down a mountain. Nevertheless, I won’t be around next week.
I am ending this short tour of Brighouse back in the 1960s with a return to the market. There is, however, something slightly odd about this final negative scan. Looking carefully at the young chap towards the right of the group of market shoppers, I have the distinct impression that it might be me. But if it is, who took the photograph? I am sure that I was responsible for the rest of the shots on this particular strip of film, but did I have a sturdy tripod and time delay, or an accommodating assistant? However it was done it appears that, like Alfred Hitchcock, I have made a guest appearance in one of my own films.