To round off the summer we had a short break last week in The Netherlands, visiting an old Uni friend - the dude on the right of this snap, as it happens, who is now somebody very big in gas, apparently. The girl in the middle would be Carol and the androgynous bloke on the left would be...ah...me!
|On Ilford Warmtone RC paper, with a light sepia tone|
Now I can place this snap pretty accurately to early 1982, when I was 18 about to hit 19. Thirty-five years ago. How did that happen, eh? Taken on the steps of the Halls of Residence of Bath University, up on Claverton Down, using my Olympus OM-1. It was a great camera and it was a great time, I have to admit. I was sent on me way from The Liberties late September, all my worldly belongings in two suitcases (no wheels in those days) to last me until Christmas and that was it. I wasn't exactly jealous of the other students being dropped off by their parents with a car-load of gear and then going home every other weekend to get their washing done but it did make me feel different. If anything it made me stronger, since I had to sort things out for myself. A quick weekly phone call home every Sunday from the public phone box outside our Halls was it. Well there was the odd letter as well of course. It seems very strange looking back at it now, when we're in constant contact with our Loved Ones through email, social media, txt... Where did it all go wrong?