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On another recuperating day, I scanned a batch of colour negatives from a French holiday in the autumn of 1985.
Here Becky is first amused,
then contemplative, in the garden of the gite.
Once Sam had given her a push,
Louisa was proud to work the swing on her own. Most children wait until they are older to acquire the permanently scuffed knees. Not, game for anything, Louisa.
Behind the wire netting beyond the children lay a pair of old cartwheels.
What more could a photographer require in the way of props?
This evening we dined on roast pork, boiled and roast potatoes, broccoli, carrots, and runner beans. Jackie drank sparkling water and I drank Barbera D’Asti Superiore 2012.