... was taken many many moons ago, probably around 1958, when I was about 5 or 6 years old.
It was taken on a family holiday in Ireland. The photos shows my two sisters on the left, me standing in the middle and our Irish cousin, Marie on the right. We are posing outside my aunt's house, where we used to stay, ready to go to church on what looks like a beautiful sunny Sunday morning.
Memories of these holidays are nothing but happy. We always had the best of times every time we went to visit our Irish relatives. So why I am scowling like that I have no idea. Which brings me to the point of this photo today.
I have recently commented to my daughter that my little grandson, Nicholas, pulls exactly the same face when he's disgruntled. What do you think Victoria, am I right?