A family photograph from, probably, the summer of 1950. The small child is me, the head and shoulder belong to my brother, Roger, and the knees belong to my father, Albert. I suspect the photograph was taken at Bridlington, and I suspect that the North Sea was as cold then as it is now.
Monthly Archives: April 2020
As I trawl my way through my old photographs, many of which were taken more than fifty years ago, I recognise many immediately and can even remember the walk I was on when I took them. Others, however, remain a mystery, and today’s photographs are a perfect example of this. It is clearly an old farmhouse which is – or rather was – undergoing redevelopment back in the 1960s, but I can’t work out where it is. My recollection suggests that it might have been somewhere up in Southowram, but that is the best I can come up with.
I took one other photograph at the mysterious location. It looks as though many of the internal fixtures and fittings from the farmhouse had been removed during redevelopment: providing a perfect still life composition.