We are hopefully moving house within the next few weeks, it's the school holidays, we're off camping next weekend and life feels hectic. So I was thinking that my little blog here might loose out on my attention with little time for illustrating. Then as I was clearing a cupboard today I found an old box file filled with old photographs. I know they aren't my illustrations but somehow it seems OK to put them up here to show you. They came from my Nanna's house when after it was cleared when she died.
I just had to pick a few to show you, they are so atmospheric and indicative of times gone by.
I don't know who any of these children are. Are any of them my Dad, John Howarth, or my Uncle David?
I really don't know the answers to many of my questions and I find these images really poigniant and precious. If you know anything about them I would love to hear from you.