None on the walls - those are for pictures. - but plenty propped informally on the bookshelves. There are about twenty, all of family. Some framed, some not. They are photos of me and my brother when we were small (is that beautiful blond little boy really my bald 86-year-old brother? Yes.) One of me aged 12 in my tutu - I was a keen ballet student. It’s as hard to believe as the one of my brother! My parents as small children in the 1910s, father sailor suited aged 4, mother about 3, all starched broderie anglaise. My mother as a student, my sons’ graduation photos - my parents displayed ours, so it’s just a tradition. Son’s wedding photo and my two grandchildren at various ages. There’s a lovely photo of my daughter-in-law with her new baby - my grandson, now 13.
It’s so nice to be reminded constantly of family past and present.