‘Something about this photograph…

…caught my eye!’

It was her expression, I think, that I found intriguing - or maybe she reminded me of someone I’d known.

For, despite the hair, glasses, and her rather formal, conventional top, a definite ‘knowing’ spark shone through.  

Questions, questions? Who was she? What did she do? Was she still alive? Was she famous? How did her framed, water damaged, photograph, end up - surrounded by a table, a scarf, some fabric and a tin of ‘cheesy jokes’ -  selling for £6 in a Stockbridge charity shop?

The suspicion that I know at least some of the answers (probably two of them, anyway) merely adds to the poignancy of the encounter.