Not for the faint-hearted, eh? The "Tattonland Jotter", aged umpteen ... before the beard and baldness had really kicked in! By jove, I was a handsome devil, was I not?
And just to prove the family connection with the Royal May Day, here I am again in several cunning disguises:
These were both taken in our back garden (but in different years, obviously) prior to the May Day festival. First as a Farmer's Boy; then as a "Cranford Gentleman" - with my mate Steve, who that year was a Coster (AKA "Pearly King").
In the procession; and on The Heath, after the trek, with sore feet, some kind of novelty toy and cousin Joe (right of picture).
Believe me, this really was me as a "Beefeater". Honest.
Cheers
Mike
