This beach scene was taken at Sheringham, probably in the early 1930s. It features my grandmother and my mother (in the background). No sign of my father. The other two may be Paul and Kathleen or two completely different people.

I thought I’d use a beach picture today, because this afternoon we’re off to Aldeburgh for a party for David Archer, who’s 40. Quite a number of people from the church will be there, with the result that I am leading and preaching at church tomorrow following a late-night drive back.  Most of them have booked in for the night.  Must keep arrangements quiet or numbers will be hit. Must remember not to put it on the Internet. Whoops – too late.

Windy and wet – not beach weather at the moment.