Two extraordinary things happened to me last week. Prepare yourself for a non sequitur of the utmost type. My father died and a man with an early Victorian camera took an ambrotype photograph of me at the lifeboat station.
I have got that slightly wrong -my father actually died on Feb 22nd 2015 which was the week before- but his funeral was last Monday. The lifeboat station photograph happened on the Tuesday.
I would like to write about both. The former is rather more difficult to deal with than the latter, so for now I will just show you a picture, of my father and I, from days of yore.
I will be back shortly to tackle the 21st century Victorian at the lifeboat station.