Through The Mists Of Time

This has been a wonderful weekend of nostalgia and reminiscing, albeit very fleetingly, as here I am home on the Costa once more.

After the School reunion of last night, I returned to my sister's place in Surrey prior to my flight from Gatwick. She has been going through some old albums dating back to before my parents met, to after I was born.

This image is of me aged one-and-a-bit, on the sands of Borth, North Wales, in 1959.

I could have done with some help like that last night.