As soon as I read “the pink Birmingham Sports…” I immediately thought of my grandad and his ‘pinkun’ as he called it (we were in Suffolk) which lead to the familiar smell of onions hanging in the garage and a Swift reminder of their pantry (forever cold) that they had as it was an old farmhouse. Thoroughly enjoying that nostalgia trip.
Lovely all around. Thank you!
You really have outshone yourself with that photo of the pickled onions Matt!
Some images just linger in the mind - and this is one of those. Excellent work!
As soon as I read “the pink Birmingham Sports…” I immediately thought of my grandad and his ‘pinkun’ as he called it (we were in Suffolk) which lead to the familiar smell of onions hanging in the garage and a Swift reminder of their pantry (forever cold) that they had as it was an old farmhouse. Thoroughly enjoying that nostalgia trip.
Another beautiful and evocative piece of writing Matt.
PS love the Beckett photo... as you know!
Marbles bring back such a strong sense of nostalgia. I remember running then along gutters and the clink and the feel.xx
A fascinating read, as ever, thank you. And a very hard agree on Scott Walker