Love Amongst The Cabbages

It’s just one of those photos; taken in happier days, developed, printed and stuck in an album to fade to a memory. Then the memory is gone and the rememberer is gone and the album page gets lost and torn until someone says, “put it in a job lot of old photos on eBay, there’s a mad chap in Huddersfield who’ll pay good money for it”. And you do, and he does, and he re-awakens the memory, because memories never deserve to die. Especially memories of love amongst the cabbages.

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