Here are few more of my recently discovered family photographs. Old photos are always evocative and somehow poignant but ones that you come across for the first time many years later have a particular power. Here is a group of shot of my entire childhood family with the exception of my half-brother who took the photograph. We are standing in the garden of the house where I was a child and I am smiling to camera, unusual for me, I think it because I am being sheltered by my father’s protective arm.
I was a fortunate child living in a rambling house with a large garden by the sea in a village called Angmering-on-sea now known as East Preston in West Sussex, UK, where I was mostly allowed to run free even if there was always a watchful adult eye making sure that danger was kept at bay.
I may have forgotten about these photographs but I remember those days fondly. I think I was quite a serious child always interested in the world around me but also relatively semi-detached. I had the freedom, even if I didn’t appreciate it at the time, to be whoever I wanted to be. I believe I have become that person.
The old house is now a nursing home as I discovered last year when I visited again with my own children. The circles keep turning.