The Failure Of Medieval GPS
Even with photographs taken fifty years ago, I am normally pretty good at remembering roughly where they were taken. Perhaps I can’t always pin down the actual street corner or the back alley, but, in most cases, when I clicked the camera shutter release, some form of medieval GPS geotagged the image in my mind. And if I need help with a street or a district, all I need do is post the image to one of the many “Old Town” Facebook Groups, and someone is bound to have lived there or met their husband at the Fish and Chip shop on the corner. This particular image, however, has defeated me. I have a feeling that I might have taken it in North Staffordshire (which would mean sometime between 1969 and 1973), but other than that, I have no recollection. The medieval GPS was obviously not working on that particular day.