Sixties snapshot: me and Mum at Richmond, circa 1969
Richmond, Surrey has long been one of my favourite places, as I've explained before on Ertblog. I was thrilled a few years ago to find this photo of Mum and me on the riverside as it brought back so many childhood memories. I wonder if it was the day I had an ice cream from a kiosk just beyond the bridge, near where Gaucho is today?
On Friday, Karen brought Owen, now three and a half, to my office. He got to sit at my desk, typing his name. He charmed everyone at work. And we had a fun lunch at Giraffe. But we also got to recreate that 1969 photo.
A few curiosities. I couldn't quite replicate the shot, even though this part of the riverside has hardly changed since the year of the first moon landing and Swindon Town winning the League Cup. How did Dad get so much space between Mum's head and Richmond's historic bridge, when Karen rose over it like a giant? (Mum is short, but that can't make that much difference, surely?) I can't imagine depth of field differences or standing further back making such a difference either. Did he bring a stepladder? It seems very unlikely. The mystery remains.
Out of shot, Richmond riverside has changed totally since my childhood photo. For years, the area was derelict as a fierce debate raged about what to do with the site. The 1980s saw the Quinlan Terry redevelopment opened by the Queen. It was criticised by some as a pastiche concoction, but it has stood the test of time.