Postcard #10: Bass Rock Lighthouse

Precarious position for the photographer, wobbling about in rough northern seas in what may have been a small boat. Quite a risky job. Bass Rock is an island of the coast of Scotland, according to Wikipedia now owned by one Sir Hew Fleetwood Hamilton-Dalrymple. Berwick is a pretty town in itself to visit for a…

Postcard #9: Exmoor Ponies

It’s  a Frith! The Frances Frith Collection. Beautiful Art Nouveau lettering on the blank side, and the Frith code number on the front right hand corner. We might be able to track how old this is, but the styles gives us possibly the 1910s-30s.

Postcard #8: Now In Waterloo Station

“Dear Martin, A line saying that I am now in Waterloo Station 4 -pm. Letter will follow. Alf.” Half penny stamp. Not cheap, then. And the picture on the front is a coloured print of St Paul’s Cathedral’s ‘choir & reredos’. Who was Alf? Did you know him? Was he a cousin, maybe even your…

letter, note. poem

Response #2: Why couldn’t you have waited?

  Oct ’13 Why couldn’t you have waited Until, in later years They’ll build iconic river bridge To drive away her tears.   In the postbox at the Museum, this little gem. Please feel free to add any poems or stories, thoughts or ideas of your own. They’ll all be published here. This one might…

Postcard #7: Gotthardstrasse, Andermatt

Gotthardstrasse (road to the Gotthard Pass), Andermatt. Another long stretch of miles from Trimdon Street, Andermatt is a picturesque ski resort in the Swiss Alps. Someone who knew Martin, a member of his family, a work colleague, maybe Martin himself, went to Switzerland. Maybe even skied. Now – that would be a thing.

Response #1: The Red House

“There’s a love story told at the riverside By the skill of a sculptor in stone It tells of a poor Red House woman Who longs for her man to come home. There’s a three legged stool by the dresser An over-turned chair on the floor A cooking pot over the fireplace His overcoat hangs…