Many families have an Uncle Harry. He’s the one who doesn’t fit in, the one who dares to be different. He’s the one they tut-tut about and probably feel slightly jealous of. My Uncle Harry longed for a life on the stage, and in his twenties, he toured the country as part of a Concert Party. He worked as a musician every weekend in Working Men’s Clubs in and around Bradford. He occasionally wore a suit of armour and a feathered hat.
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Hello Alan, I am researching “walking pictures” for a book, and wonder if you might consider letting us add the images from your site to our growing archive? I cannot find any way to contact you by email on your site. You can find out more about the project at Go Home On A Postcard, just enter this into a search engine. I live in Sheffield and the images you took round here are very evocative but all the ones from West Yorks are as well.
I can be reached at admin at easyontheeyebooks.net
Thanks!
Simon
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