I've spent a fair part of the day scanning in slides from my childhood. I actually thought there were more. I haven't yet done the boxes from before I was born - but I will!
Having barely skimmed the surface, I now want to get my grubby mitts on the various photos that are also at my mother's, including the Summer of 69 when I was going through my blonde phase. Difficult to believe if you see me at 4. Dead good I was at tennis back then. Admittedly, my grip is rubbish.
I am trying to remember the name for that dress...yes, I gave names to dresses, I think I was probably an exceptionally weird child. I do remember that I decided it reminded me of the different flavours of fizzy pop. There must be a photo of my coat called "Furry Henry". Yes, I gave names to coats, too.
The bedraggled scruffy look is absolutely inherent as a personality trait, not as an attitude I have cultivated in adulthood!
I am reliably told by My Sister that this was taken at Haddon Hall
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