My little old ladies......

The trail of elderly ladies heading for our door continues. In my formative Lothario years (8 - 10) this would have been cause for celebration and libation. Now it means a bit of Lightroom and Photoshop work. The benefits? The happy smiles when the ladies “see” their long lost relatives for the first time In decades. 

The image today shows Our neighbour’s Grandpa. He died in 1948 when Joan was 3, so even my dazed mind has worked out that this was taken before then. :-) Yesterday evening I took prints to her and showed her what was hidden in the deep sludgy brown of the passport sized print she presented me with. I admit to being choked when she displayed her pleasure and pride in somebody she was obviously close to. They lived in adjacent houses in the Forest of Dean. 

Having been unconscious for most of the day I will now be carried to my garden day bed for a dose of Pipe! Avast there, send for that lazy cabin boy, the cabin dog and the cook, now…..who am I?