A lament to the old fashioned method of writing letters, notes, anything...by hand. This photo was taken in Bleak House, the old home of Charles Dickens. Overlooking the sea at Broadstairs! As it
turns out, Broadstairs has a special resonance with our family, the Somerfords, as we used to take our summer holidays there.
In those days, I used to write letters to my best friends
even when I was away en famille as a great source of amusement and fun, presumably from the guest house we were all staying at. These letters were pretty crazy scribblings if I can invent that word! - and not alien to the idea of the odd biscuit crumb
thrown in for good measure!