…laid to rest
For anybody who sweltered through it, the summer of 1976 in the UK will always be remembered as one of the hottest and driest.
The young man in the sweatshirt and grubby blue jeans stands out amidst the genteel splendour of the opera house, an ugly intrusion like a gaudy weed in a bed of delicate perennials.
I don’t know how many USB drives I’ve acquired, lost, borrowed or given away. They rattle around in drawers and lie hidden at the bottom of bags.
A found photograph of unknown boys – who are they and what brings them together?