Christmas Steps is a narrow, steeply stepped, pedestrian street in the middle of Bristol. Street? Well, wide alley might be nearer the mark. And lined with shops that specialise is such interesting things as cider, the making of bows for stringed musical instruments – and philately.
Philately? Better known as stamp collecting to you and I – and this particular shop has special significance for me because it was here, 60 years ago, that my errant father bought for his thrilled son a Penny Black, the world’s first postage stamp, issued in 1840.
I still have that stamp, I still remember the occasion very clearly, including the elderly philatelist who sold it to us – now long since dead of course. And, as I get older, I increasingly wish that I’d had the chance to get to know my father better, though fully realising that, even had I had that chance, he was not someone who gave freely of his inner self to others.
Canon G11 Powershot at 140mm (equivalent); 200 ISO; Color Efex Pro 4.