1967 and all that.

I’ve been having a bit of a sort in my computer files and found some of my old research photographs for my novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love, published on the 31 October – yay!
As you can probably tell the book is based in that vivid year 1967 and these photographs sum up some of the moods that I was trying to capture.

My computer clear-out has failed of course because I really can’t delete these even though the text of the novel is now about to go off to the printers and I shall have to live with it as it is. As Pontius Pilate said, what I have written I have written.

I was a teenage schoolboy in 1967 but I knew that I was experiencing the dawning of something exciting and, probably, life-changing and I couldn’t wait to get on with it. I was, I think, a little jealous of those, just ahead of me,  like the young man below, who could get out there,  on the road to what I assumed would be that difficult word ‘freedom’. I don’t know the people in these photographs but then again I do.

I could see them all around me and read about them too even in my edition of Wordsworth’s The Prelude (1805)

OH! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!

For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood 
Upon our side, we who were strong in love! 
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, 
But to be young was very heaven!–Oh! times, 
In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways 
Of custom, law, and statute, took at once 
The attraction of a country in romance!



Wordsworth was writing about the French Revolution but his words rang true for me when, not entirely wrongly, I felt that we too were on the edge of a glorious revolution.


Since then, of course, the so-called Summer Of Love has been much maligned or, worse, trivialised. Whatever its legacy, it was a thrilling moment in time – one which I attempted to write about with some trepidation.

I don’t know where I was, quite literally, when this photograph was taken. Presumably, judging by the length of my hair, it was a couple of years later after I had moved on from those idealistic schooldays when I used to listen to the excitingly new Beatles’ Sgt Pepper Pepper album and dream the dream.

Wherever that was, whatever I was on and whoever I was with, I think I must have got the message.

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STEPHEN DEARSLEY’S SUMMER OF LOVE BY COLIN BELL

My first novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love, is published  on 31 October 2013. It is the story of a young fogey living in Brighton in 1967 who has a lot to learn when the flowering hippie counter culture changes him and the world around him.

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2 Comments

  1. These photos are too great! If only that jacket was velvet….but maybe you had one of those, too. I, on the other hand, was wearing paper dresses.

  2. I did have a velvet jacket actually – purple – and I loved it. Paper dresses were very daring!

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