Lost weekends and the Hedgerows Heaped with May

Weird old weekend, spent mainly in the past.  As anyone who knows me on Facebook will have realized, I finally got a scanner and indulged in a totally over-the-top nostalgia fest.  Pictures spanning a century (no, I’m not quite that old – I found some of my mother’s old photo albums too).  Living in a box, living in a cardboard box.It was bittersweet, the way looking at the past often is.  I compounded it by reading through old diaries.  And then, just to cap it all,...