
But my photography goes back a long way before, and I have my father to thank for that. He was an amateur photographer (nothing serious, he sent his films away to Boots), but I used to get the old camera when he bought a new one. I remember getting a Brownie 127 when I was about 9, and taking pictures of Blenheim Palace with it on a school trip.
This would have been in the late fifties. It's interesting to think that photography as a means of expression had been around only just over 100 years at that time. Here's a picture my dad took of me and a friend, age 9, being bossed around by my grandad on the beach at Weston Super Mare.
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