Monday ? Washing Day

Clothes blowing in the wind next to Helmsdale harbour. Reminded me of my boyhood in 1950s cotton town Lancashire when Grandma's back street was next to impassible on Mondays because of the washing lines stretched across every few yards. For some reason everyone did the laundry on Monday (I didn't question it then; it was an immutable fact of life) and tried to be the first to get it out on the street. For those who know Lancashire the link is to the backs of Peel Brow in Ramsbottom.