Abroad

The first time I ever went abroad was in 1975. A family holiday to Switzerland. My dad got a big discount on North Sea Ferries  thanks to his job so it was in the car for the 6pm sailing one Friday night from Hull's King George Dock. Arriving in Rotterdam at 8am the next morning. And then a lot of time in the car to Switzerland, with the odd stop in a layby for 6yr old me who wasn't the world's best passenger back then and sometimes got a bit sick travel-wise.

I've been scanning in negatives from that trip this afternoon and they're on 126 film, which doesn't align correctly with the 35mm carrier on my scanner at all, which has resulted in orange and white bands of colour on the images, as well as half or split frames, all of which gave rise to plenty of creative decisions in the editing department. I had a great time.

Also tucked into the wallet of photos were a bunch of receipts and tickets from the trip. I can see why my dad might have wanted to keep some of them as souvenirs, but why he chose to keep a receipt from the supermarket I can only guess. I'm glad he did tho' - it's in Swiss francs and the text is in German - that's why he kept it!!! Ahem, I may take after him a little.

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