And now a return to some of my father’s Kodachromes from the 1950s (see the full story here). Let’s finish off the UK with a couple of family shots from Brighton. In the first, my mother is perfectly radiant in prime blue and red while all about her is dreary, monochromatic gray (requiring absolutely no Photoshop fiddling on my part – this is virtually out of the camera). In the second shot, my father chomps on a piece of Brighton Rock, a bright pink log of pure sugar with the words Brighton Rock in red running right the way through from one end to the other so you see them wherever you are in the days-long it takes to get through it. Note that everyone at “the beach” is fully clothed.