My Father decided to dig out the old slide projector so I took some pictures of days gone by.
This is me and my younger brother staring out the back of our old air portable Land Rover.
This is my father back when he used to go mountaineering, I belive this is in the Cairngorm Mountains. Note the ice that’s formed on his beard, savage amusement.
Here’s my mother doing some rock climbing of her own, she was clearly sensible enough not to have followed my father into the frozen north.
Here’s my grandfather Bill sometime in the 1980’s. He made a fantastic corned beef stew that formed a staple part of my diet when I visited. He was my father’s father and enjoyed buying and selling antiques with him that formed a large part of his later days, which I know was a period of his remarkable life that he would have cherished, and I’m glad he had that.
Grandfather Les always had a smile and I remember him most for being inventor, artist and practical joker. He once devised an elaborate tripwire system in his garden which was rigged up to a mousetrap that struck a blasting cap and scared away cats from the flowers. I used to go for long walks on sundays with him ranging around the old byways where he’d talk about the way the landscape used to be or nautical things as he was interested sailing matters.
I need to get a slide scanner and archive these old images before the slides degrade, and also get a chance to look for pictures of my grandmothers so I can finish off my potted family history.
Wastwater, England’s deepest lake sometime in the mid 1980’s.