thinking....i do it a lot... every where ive been in my life going back to my earliest memory ive been unconsciously storing up pictures..
its as if i knew deep down in my soul i,d one day need to draw on them as i,d have no other way of remembering. i,d be a prisoner..
we were at south shields me mam dad son everyone having a good time,...
me.. sat looking out at the ferries and boats going in and out of the mouth of the river,
remember distinctly thinking, i can look back at that picture.. and i can, its as if ive perfected a photographic memory...