Little Me

We are bidden to provide a photo of our young selves for church, which necessitated a trawl through the dark recesses of the cupboards where linger all the negatives and prints of early family life.

It was not difficult to select a suitable example; of the few I have of myself alone this is one where I am almost smiling; it seems even from a baby my smiles have come out like scowls.

Obviously a commercial photograph, it would have been taken on the promenade in Skegness, probably in the company of my great aunt. Note the extensive smocking on the dress, almost certainly sewn by my mother, and the obligatory bucket and spade.

I wonder if they'll recognise me!