This morning we drove Elizabeth to The Coastal Gallery in Lymington, where we admired good art works at, for us, prohibitive prices. On our return, my sister and I completed the task of printing Mr. Boyle’s black and white negatives from 1950s Singapore for Frances.
Here Patricia enjoys the swimming pool,
and in the garden with a local friend.
The artistic photographer pictured Frances gazing out to sea.
Perhaps mother and daughters are loading this van, or maybe making a purchase.
Here the sisters’ father sits reading.
He photographed them together,
and separately Frances,
Danni and Andy joined us for lunch, after which we all drove to Barton on Sea, where the threatening clouds did not drop their precipitation, as they were penetrated by Jesus beams.
The young couple sat a bit closer to the edge of the clifftop than would have suited me. We ambled down to the shore so that Danni could dip her toes in the water.
Back at home we played Scrabble, until it was time for us all to dine at The Smugglers Inn at Milford on Sea. The service was friendly and efficient, the ambience convivial, and the food excellent. My choice was beef and horseradish pie, new potatoes and vegetables. I drank Doom Bar. None of us had room for a sweet.
Elizabeth joined us this afternoon for a few days. She brought us a Poppy for the garden.
Our sister-in-law Frances’s father was an excellent photographer. I was therefore very pleased when Elizabeth also brought a 7 x 5 cm. packet of medium format black and white negatives from the 1950s. The envelope bears the stamp of Lim Photo Studio, 235 East Coast Road, Singapore. My sister came with a joint project for us. This was to produce a set of prints of family photographs taken during the years in Singapore. We scanned 30 images today, and will make the prints tomorrow. Here are a few:
From left to right, this family portrait features Frances’s Mum, sisters Patricia and Catherine, and Frances herself,
who here stands alone, perhaps in their garden.
Frances and Patricia enjoy the swimming pool recognised by Elizabeth’s friend Paul, who also grew up in Singapore,
and whose father also owned a similar Vauxhall car, here seen under its corrugated iron shelter.
Perhaps the family travelled on one of these rickshaw bikes,
or shopped here, where Mrs. Boyle, Frances’s Mum, is reflected in the windows.
Socks and sandals worn by her husband, were clearly quite acceptable at the time.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s flavoursome chilli con carne (recipe) and pilau rice with green beans. Elizabeth and I drank more of the cotes du Rhone.