Every detail of this picture makes me feel at home.
Even in the mid-Sixties the church represented a nostalgic past, rightly placed in a frame over the mantelpiece. And the local vicar was either offered a beer or given short shift when calling to ask where we’d been.
This family, however, probably lived in a better street than us, judging by the posh lamp.
It doesn’t matter. We watched everything in the early days, and hushed any visitors.
Pic from an article on technology on display at one of Charles’s homes

