This is a problem that the next generation won’t have: dealing with the detritus of printed photos that accumulated before we all had digital cameras. The best years of my life flashed past me yesterday and today as I peeked at, and then trashed, folder after folder… These weren’t the selection that are displayed in the albums I filled until 2004. But they nevertheless turned me inside out when I saw that fresh-faced young thing globetrotting around the planet, then posing with her Spanish friend on punts, bikes, picnics, walks or swims… before honeymooning with him, and having fun times with family in Paris, Spain, Cornwall… and with friends, as they settled down, then started having families.
And the same Spanish friend now finds much of that past too uncomfortable to contemplate. While I have kept a sprinkling of memories - mostly of people - he has kept just one set of photos, of the countryside near Salamanca; and a handful of photos of baskets.
So now I am lighter to the tune of one small bin liner, and have cleared a little space in the wardrobe for the extra bedding that may be needed for a little experiment. Dear reader, I need your help to spread the word: Rebecca is going into business as a B & B. Click here. So far in English only but hopefully in French very soon. Will anyone come? How will I feel about the washing-cooking-hosting routine? Watch this space...
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