Digging out some old photos

Here are some old photos. And I mean old because they were taken before we had a digital camera and I've had to scan them in. Our box of photo albums was in the loft and I haven't looked through them since we moved house almost six years ago. There are a lot of them, the box was too heavy to lift and husband had to get the albums out of the loft individually (while swearing a bit at my annoying requests).

I don't know what made me want to look at them all of a sudden. But it's fun indulgent nostalgia for my own selfish reasons and there are lots to look at yet. Here are some which have stories attached.


September 2001
When you spend your wedding day posing for pictures it's nice to find an impromptu unstaged photo. I don't know where my new husband is in this picture, I don't remember it being taken and I don't know who took it either. Either they were three feet tall or sitting on the ground. Actually I seem to be standing there all on my own so I'm not sure what's happening. After the wedding we asked people to send us copies of their photos and this is one of them.

Early September, 1997

I'd forgotten about these photos. They were taken a couple of days after Diana died. I was working in central London at the time and decided to wander down after work and see what was happening with the grieving crowds. I didn't consider myself as part of the mass outpouring of grief, I just wanted to see what everyone else was doing. Maybe that was the reason everyone else was there too. These photos were taken in The Mall and people were just standing around and looking at the flowers as if they were lost at what to do. Like I was too. These aren't good quality photos at all but they do capture a strange moment in history.

August 1999

You can tell by the way I've taken this picture that I was proud of this car. I've no idea why as it was already eight years old then and used to break down a lot. According to my rubbish writing in the photo album this was camping in Brighton. I don't even remember camping in Brighton. Before the children arrived husband and I used to go on regular camping trips and drink too much and wander around the camp site in the dark giggling. This could have been the camping trip where the couple camping next to us tied their very large dog to a tent pole holding up the porch and the dog ran off taking the porch with it. But all the old camping trips have rolled into one now. Nice to see we had some sun on this one, you'd have thought I'd remembered it for that alone.