Sometimes it it can be an aroma that takes you back to a particular time and place.
Beach Buoy picked up a piece of sea pottery.
It was this that took him back to another time, another place.
It took him back to a day in his childhood.
Stood in his "Nana's" narrow kitchen in her council flat.
A council flat that was two steps away from the one that he had been born in.
The time he returned to... Beach Buoy was stood in her kitchen.
It had been a cold day.
"Nana" must have been minding him and possibly his brother that day?
She had made soup for tea.
He remembers being sat down with a bowl of soup.
A Blue and White hooped bowl.
He can even remember wishing the dumplings in the soup were crunchy; they weren't.
Left to Right.
Nana.
Beach Buoy in a Bonnet.
Beach Buoy's Brother.
Photograph taken just outside their flats, opposite Rossmere Park.
Nana was the only blood grand parent that Beach Buoy ever met.
She had three husbands.
The last was the young man below on the left.
Christian Englebrecht, with his Dad and Sister.
Beach Buoy called him Uncle Chris.
The young man had gone.
Uncle Chris rode a butchers bike.
He wore a flat cap.
His hearing was poor due to the sound of World War One Gunfire,
BEACH BUOY.
