The compliant girl was called Sarah, and she lived a couple of doors away from the house where I was born. She looks a bit bemused at having the camera pointed in our direction.
I vaguely remember us playing together in the garden, but my interests were really centred on my little tricycle. Breaking speed records along the path at the side of the house was infinitely more attractive than playing nicely with Sarah.
Having looked at this photograph for a while, in preparation for this post, observations include the fairness of my hair – I was very blonde from birth – later it turned dark brown and then greyish, before some of it decided to leave entirely, disgusted with the unpredictable colour changes, I suspect.
I also noticed the old hazel hurdle standing behind me, near the bottom right of the photograph. No doubt it was made by my grandfather. He was the only hurdle-maker in the village, and one of a handful working in the county of Hampshire.
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