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Today was dull and heavy with the promise of rain that never came to relieve the oppression.
I took a trip back to the summer of 1985 through the medium of colour slides which I scanned.
Here Louisa tackles an ice cream in the garden of our Gracedale Road home.
This has featured before, but it was then taken from a print. It is sometimes difficult to get the melting treat all in the the mouth,
but is definitely worth trying.
(Who would have thought I would one day be scanning these into an Apple?)
Sometimes it’s a race against time before it runs down into your sleeve,
and you are left wondering where it’s all gone.
Soon after these photographs were taken, Jessica and I travelled with the children to Instow, near Bideford in Devon, for one of the holidays we enjoyed with the Henry Pearson family in those days.
This time Sam enjoys bread and butter,
and clambers over a stout, cemented, stone wall in the garden of our borrowed house.
This evening we dined on meaty beef burgers, lashings of onions, chips, and baked beans, followed by chocolate sponge pudding with caramel sauce. I drank Doom Bar and Jackie drank fruit juice.