A negative impression

Was having a rummage through some old photos today and I realised that the wee man wouldn't have much notion about, and is unlikely ever to have the need of some good old 35mm film - in this case Kodak Gold 200.

There is something special about film, negatives and waiting for processing that is lost in the digital world of memory cards and chimping.

Don't get me wrong mind you, I wouldn't go back!

In case they're looking, the negatives are of my old university chums C and L who, it would appear, came to visit me in Newcastle in 1989 (ish).