Me and dad September 1983.

You can just make out the date on the back. I was born September ‘83 so this makes me 2. Dad died ‘97. It’s my favourite of me and him. I have a vague memory of him taking me for a walk by the cornfields. I remember him asking me with enthusiasm once whether I wanted to go for a walk with him and I said no and he was genuinely disappointed. He thought I enjoyed them as much as he did. I of course now punish myself internally for saying no.