I used to live next door to this imposing building. At one time it was a church, at other times it has been everything from a pathology facility to student accommodation. Each day I would climb those stone steps heading for the bus shelter and then …. to life.
Annie Moore – Auntie Annie – was my father’s sister and one of the funniest ladies you could hope to meet. Given different times and different fortunes she could have made a good living as a stand-up comedian. She wasn’t: she led something of a sheltered life, but her humour lives on in my memory.
This is a photograph of my niece, Diana, with her grandparents on some holiday beach or other. I have no idea how I came into possession of the tiny half-frame negative this is a scan of – but it found its way to me and now warms up a cold winter day.