Earlier this year The Observer newspaper published this photo of holiday makers on Blackpool Beach in 1948.
The crowding was intense, not my thing at all, but there was something about the photo that really touched me. I cut it out and put it on the inspiration board, but I wasn't sure why I found it so appealing.
Then I found this
It is taken from a slide of my Dad's side of the family on one of their pic-nics - fancy heavy deckchairs with footstools set up in a windbreak on the dunes, men in shirts with ties and bare feet for paddling, women in floral dresses and pearls.
It is a bit before I was born, though not that much I suspect - My Grandparents are the cuddling couple in the centre - my Dad in whites (asleep I suspect) on a deck chair, my Cousin John and Aunty Greta at the front (lovely dress Greta!).
Pic-nics like this were a big part of my childhood, though this is perhaps 10 years before the pic-nics I remember, I know that there will be a hamper full of tartan flasks and enamel pie plates out of shot. A link from 1948 to 1978.