Fife coastal village. In the early 1970’s, during the hot summers, my father would take me with him to deliver T. Wall and Son’s ice cream to the caravan parks and holiday villages that peppered the Fife coastline. St Monan’s is where we would stop for a lunch of sandwiches, and for me an ice cream bar. We would return there at the weekends with the rest of my siblings in his Ford Cortina Mk 2 with its bench seats.
A favourite destination in the 1960’s. A Ford Consul, crammed full of kids, sandwiches in greaseproof paper and flasks of tea or orange juice. An hour down the A1 but a world away. A long beach, a harbour and colourful shops selling fishing nets and orange line.
Holiday’s and trips in the 1960’s was a bit like an apple falling from a tree in that it never travelled very far. Dunbar is no more that 30 miles from Edinburgh. It is a fishing village with a nice stretch of beach. It was invariably windy and colourful windbreaks, that were never really effective, helped keep hypothermia at bay or the worst of the sunburn. With the tide out the bridge that seems to go nowhere provided hours worth of adventure and pay.
J-Pop is a disturbing phenomenon in Japan. Cuteness, adolescent vulnerability and followers who are old enough to be their fathers. A holiday memory or nightmare?
Advertising. Cuteness for sale and youth and vitality exemplified. A holiday memory or nightmare?
Traditional housing and traditional drink and cigarette machines.
35 million people. Smog creates sunsets. Holiday memories.