Bless you ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I've just had a quick two-day flit to Manchester, bringing back memories of the days I used to go plane-spotting at the airport there in the 1970s. Back then, the roof terraces were open to spectators and you'd literally be above the jets and passengers as they got on or off their flights. Such freedom has long gone, of course, which is a shame but I can obviously see why. Also long gone are jets like these, the Boeing 727 and the Vickers VC-10, not to mention the entire Pan-Am airline, which went out of business many years ago. Anyway, a good time was had by all and I came back with duty-free gin, Cadbury's chocolate, a couple of new books and .. a stinking cold! 

Bless you, Manchester! 

Music to my ears ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

I've had another of those lovely unexpected messages, when a person not known to me recognises themselves in one of my photographs. In this case it's the charming little baby in the pram, who's now a 40 year old lady living in London. (And still charming, I'm sure!) She wrote to tell me she'd seen herself and her dad in my Café Royal photo-book and cried when she saw it. "My dad," she said, "was 30 in this picture and he's now 70! Not doing too well health wise and this is such a special shot, it really moved me." 

Well, that moved me too, and I was so pleased she got in touch. I love it when history comes to life again. When my random wanderings capture something that brings joy to someone's life. I mean, think about it. For forty years this lady didn't know this photograph existed, and now here she is, enthralled once again by her dad's tooting on a toy trumpet! 

Music to my ears!