I’ve been thinking about this photo a lot recently. Perhaps I’m just homesick for the North. But this isn’t a photo of, for want of a better phrase, “my north”. It’s from 8 years before I was born and was taken in Elland in Yorkshire. So neither the time or place are part of my own experience. Yet it feels familiar. It feels like home.

As a friend pointed out, perhaps “It’s the chips. And the grandma hair.“