I was at the flea market in town today, looking at the fleas, when I decided to browse through the stall of old postcards – always handy for art projects etc. Found just one of the village where Big Sister lives, which I snapped up as I’ve promised Groover we’ll make a scrap book type thing when we visit later in the summer. Not a wildly interesting shot – slightly bizarrely of the street rather than the beach (?!) -but you can recognise where it is and see how it’s changed.
Later, over lunch, I flipped it over to have a look at the stamp, and the date. Sent in 1905. The sender’s address?
My sister’s house.