1937. 1997.

My nephew is now a successful engineer but 23 years ago, in 1997, he was small enough to stand at the wheel of his grandfather's (my father's) 1937 Ford which was rusting down into the ground.

In about 1960, when I was my nephew's age here, the car had been in that spot only six or eight years. You could still sit on the fabric seats.

It had served my father from the the early 1940s until the early 1950s. It was almost twenty years old when Dad rolled it down the hill below his own father's house and left it there. I grew up visiting it and playing in it, or avoiding it for a couple of years when a large wasps' nest was in it.

Eventually it collapsed down flat and when, about ten years ago, the land became a housing sub-division, it was just iron dust under someone's lawn.

This was Ilford HP5+ film shot in my Canonet in 1997, but scanned a day or two ago.