For my sister's birthday last year I borrowed some of her albums to scan in various old pictures of us being cute. You've seen some of them, actually! But amongst those albums was one entitled 'Old Pictures'. And when a 94 year old calls something old... well.
I think these photos are so incredible. The quality of them makes me ache - I would kill to reproduce those effects! I haven't tinkered with them at all - the jagged edges are real.
This is my Grandad. He died in my first year of university, and, god, I really miss him. He was such an interesting man. He was a Royal Naval Officer in the second World War, and a brilliant engineer. Even as an old man, he'd always be tinkering away, building stuff. My niece still has the dolls house that he built for my sister. He had an MBE, too!
The other thing about my Grandad was that he was SHORT. I'm 5'1 and looked down on him. He was nearly a professional jockey, but then the war happened. But he loved horses. (Me? Not so much. I think you're either a Rider, or you're not. My sister? Was. Me? NO.)
My Granny was so beautiful. I love all these photos, they look like postcards.
This is my mum and her siblings. Honestly, I complained about wearing glasses as a kid, but SERIOUSLY.
I don't know who that little girl on the right is, but I WANT HER COAT.