Sunday, April 07, 2024

A Cuppa And Some Fish


Most car journeys of my youth would involve stopping for a cup of tea. If it was a short journey – one of the regular weekend “runs” around West Yorkshire – there would be a flask of milky tea. Longer journeys – those day trips to Bridlington of Blackpool – might necessitate a Camping Gas stove and teapot. Here my mother and father pose with cup of tea in place, the Hillman Minx ready to run us on to the next cuppa stop.



1001 PHOTOS No. 30 GRIMSBY FISH DOCKS (1985)

It’s the first chapter in the story of fish and chips: a concrete palace lined with fish heads and ice. The photograph dates from the 1980s: a time when I would escape to the rare beauty of Cleethorpes and Grimsby Fish Docks whenever I got the opportunity.

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