pictures

Dear Mr Noman, does it ever strike you,
The more we see of you, the less we like you?
Hilaire Belloc

My first passport photo, age 11.

Fairest of fair hair, piercing blue eyes, I never looked cuter.

School fencing team, 1958.

That's me on the left, with the glasses, holding an épée.

Pretentious young prat, Christmas 1967.

"Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."

"If I could save Time in a bottle,
The first thing that I'd like to do ..."
... would be to distill the summer of 1979. There was a fuel crisis and most people stayed home. But we spent the whole summer touring round the US National Parks and the deserts of the Southwest. The kids were just the right age to enjoy camping and to appreciate Native American culture, the campgrounds were half empty, and I still had some hair on my head. Happy days!

Happy families, Christmas 1979.

Left to right: me, Liz, Steve, Mary (in case you hadn't guessed).

The folks who live on the hill.

Me and Mary, July 1994 (two views).

Why I love Scotland.

No, that's not me in this picture. I took it from the Scottish National Trust magazine, not the place where you usually find scenic photos of this sort. (The waterfall looks nice too - it's known as the Grey Mare's Tail.)