My mother, Gladys, on a motorbike in the 1930s. The pencilled caption on the back says it's my mother, and the photograph was taken in Lancaster. The album it comes from is one of my mothers. It looks like my mother. My software's facial recognition confirms it is my mother. But my mother, astride a … Continue reading Gladys
All the walking in this Lockdown Spring sunshine takes us down roads, so familiar, we have long since stopped looking. And then we notice something we must have passed a hundred times, and we see it for the first time. In this case, it was a magnificent stone face on Netheroyd Hill Road in Huddersfield.
By the 1960s, all that was left of the once magnificent Sunny Vale Pleasure Gardens was a Go-Kart track, a rubbish-filled lake and a host of memories. There were two lakes - Victoria and Alexandra - and I am not sure which this one - I captured in this photo from the late 1960s - … Continue reading Faded Pleasure