Sci-Fi stories about time travel are often unsatisfactory and yet the concept is curiously attractive. But we can sort of time travel back by looking at photographs.
I like this picture - it brings back memories of posing for it whilst feeling the warmth of the dog beside me and the roughness of the bricks under my legs, and anyway it is a great photo - does that make me a narcissist?
Sadly the colours have faded - I was in fact wearing a light blue jumper and the sky behind was largely blue. I've tried adjusting the colours but cannot get it quite right.
The location was our "top garden",
the one with the swimming pool (to the right) and my workshop (on the left).
I use this picture as my avatar for various computer apps so I get to see it daily. And sometimes as I look at it and dwell on times past I remember that
my father, behind the camera, was also looking and it makes me wonder - and this makes my heart lurch - how much did I disappoint him in later life? Doubtless he appreciated my company in the
railway room, the things I used to invent, my success at
Oxford and getting a job for the
BBC, my falling in love and marrying
Ali. But then more and more of my time and devotion was spent on church things and with my own family and, when my
mother died, he began to spend more time at the W's and for both these reasons we got to be with each other less and less.
If I could live my life over again many things I would not change - but I like to think this I would change - to spend more time and talk more with both my parents. To be an encouragement to them particularly in their later years.
