Memories

Memories of little feet. Doing a major tidy out of our loft today, we came across some lovely things in our overspilling huge memories boxes. 
Highlights included these first shoes, a couple of letters I had sent to Martin ,when he was travelling through South America in 1986/7 and a cassette tape, made years ago from old reel to reel recordings of my dad reading some of his poems, my mum and my sister singing a mixture of traditional songs and songs from 1960 and of course, myself, aged 2 or 3 joining in and saying nursery rhymes. I don't believe I have ever heard it all before.