A snatch of this, a snatch of that — only a few snatches from my life more than sixty years ago.
“I have forgot much,” wrote Ernest Dowson in his poem Cynara. “Gone with the wind.”
The discovery of a lost reel of 8mm film, shot in 1963 with my second-hand £15 cine camera, made me realise how much I had forgotten too.
Could these scenes really have happened? Celluloid doesn’t lie, proving only that those were indeed the days — never to return.
