Post Office

If you arrive in Port Sunlight by train today, the first building you’ll probably notice as you walk out of the station, is the Tudor Rose Tea Rooms.

But for those of us lucky enough to grow up in the village, then the building you would have seen on the corner of Greendale Road & Park Road was the old Post Office.

I think I have been in the Tea Rooms just the once but I would have stood in the Post Office countless times either buying a bag of cinder toffee or waiting to cash my dole cheque!

To see how the Post Office looked in 1953 take a look at the Then & Now Tab.

“The Village Post Office fits in well with the general architecture. Port Sunlight Railway Station is in the background.”

from the Story of Port Sunlight

The old Post Office, August 2013

A visit to the village

Me & Sarah jumped on the train yesterday and spent a couple of hours in Port Sunlight. I’ve been wanting to go back for some time now to take a series of ‘then & now’ photos to show how the village has or hasn’t changed in the last sixty years.

I’m comparing the photos I took yesterday to the ones taken in 1953 for the book published by Lever Brothers The Story of Port Sunlight. I’ll post those photos soon and they’ll also go in the Then and Now 1953 - 2013 Tab.

But for now, tell me exactly where this photo was taken?

“We stand in a row and see you plodding off to work and running off to play, but to us you look your happiest when you find the time to stare at our slender girlish beauty, a shimmer in the breeze.”

Taken from The Story of Port Sunlight with reference to the poplar trees in Church Drive/The Causeway (which is obviously not where this photo was taken!).

Gone fishing.....

Mum has gone dancing and Dad has gone fishing and they’re not coming back.... but that’s ok..... we’ve all danced with Mum and we’ve all been been fishing with Dad.

Sorry Mum, but dancing ain’t really my thing... but being in Mum’s company whether dancing or not, usually meant having a right laugh! But when it came to fishing, me & Dad had some good times together. For hours on end every Sunday (during the coarse fishing season), we would sit quietly and fish.

Those times with Dad were a true father & son bonding experience on some deep level... there were plenty of times when I didn’t get on with Dad but fishing always brought us together. Very few words, if any, were ever spoken between us. Arriving at the ponds in Willaston at 5 o’clock in the morning was always so exciting.... watching the morning mist clear from the water and hearing the first gentle splash as a carp would break the surface. It is only in recent years that I’ve attributed my love for the outdoors & wildlife to those times with Dad... sitting outside in all weathers just watching & wishing for that orange float to lie flat and then disappear! Sit in one place for hours, be still & quiet, and wildlife will come to you.

Dad would wake me up at about 4am and make me coffee. Our packed butties would be ready in the fridge. Hardly a word spoken over breakfast, during the drive, the walk over the fields, sat opposite each other at the pond, the walk back to the car and the drive home.... the silence only broken with the occasional mutter of a perch, roach or that elusive tench. Few words but many memories.

Back home Mum would ask how we got on, but to be honest I think she was as much interested in our catch as we were in who showed up in The Rovers Return!

Once home I would go off cycling and then go out with me mates, Dad back to the shop and doing his accounts in his chair in the front room. “When are you going to find a job and what have you done today?” If he was in I would try to be out. But come Sunday the rest of the week didn’t matter. Maybe a new float (sometimes homemade from bird feathers), a quick read through Mr Crabtree, a fresh tub of maggots bought the day before from Johnny Parkes in New Ferry, alarm clock set and the promise of instant coffee before it got light and we were there, ready to strike at that vanishing float.... members of the Port Sunlight Angling Club, happy to be together.

I can’t remember at what age I started fishing with Dad (very young) but I must have been about 23 yrs old (1985) when we last fished together. I had begun to question why I was catching fish towards the end of my fishing career and so started to fish without any bait on my hook. I would sit out of sight from Dad and just watch & listen to the wildlife. Many years later I told him what I used to do, he had a puzzled look on his face.... I wish I had never mentioned it to him.

But those days together, endlessly staring at our floats (with the odd snooze now and then!) and the occasional fish worth getting the weighing scales out for, are days that belonged to just me and my Dad. I’m so pleased to have found a couple of photos from those happy days.

Dave on holiday with Dad
River Swale, North Yorkshire (1976?)

Dave on holiday with Dad
River Swale, North Yorkshire (1976?)

Anne with Rob & Keith (date & place please)

Dave, I think Ellesmere (1976?)

A keep net full of perch!
Thirlmere, Lake District (1973?)

Mr Crabtree Goes Fishing

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

W. H. Davies (1871 - 1940)


Why not take five finutes from your day and feed the fish on this blog!

I like being an Austin!

My middle name is Austin. Rob’s is Michael and Keith’s is Joseph. Anne doesn’t have one. I once asked Mum why Anne doesn’t have a middle name... “she didn’t want one”!!!! That was so Mum! Or maybe Anne could talk when she was a baby??

I share the name Austin with my Grandad (Sidney Austin Ince) and my Great Grandad (David Austin Ince). Me and Sarah once bought Mum a David Austin Rose for the small garden in the backyard at The Ginnel, but Mum was more interested in the label and showed it to everyone who came to visit!

My cousin Chris Norton (Tilly’s second son, Tilly being Mum’s younger sister who lives in Australia) sent me two photographs that I’ve not seen before of Grandad & Great Grandad and I’ve included them in this post. Tricia (my cousin) also sent me a nice photo of Grandma (Mum’s Mum) which I will get round to scanning soon and can then post on the blog.

Chris’s sister Judy has been reading the blog and has left a couple of comments on Anne outside The Ginnel & A day in Ooty Park. Chris sent me the photos after he had also looked at the blog.... so it is doing what I had always intended..... finding a place to share photos and memories of Mum & Dad’s family.... for all the family to read.... great.

Great Grandad, David Austin Ince????

Grandad, Sidney Austin Ince

So, what did happen on the eve of Dad’s 22nd birthday?

Mum said YES!

To My Darling Incy

On the eve of my 22nd Birthday, there wasn’t a happier man on this earth than me. Thanks for saying “yes” and here’s to a Wonderful and Glorious future, together.

Loving You only, for Ever and a Day,

Mac.

xxxxx 8.12.1945 xxxxx

Mum's autograph book, a gift on her 15th birthday 1937

11th June ‘37

With fond love

from

Mum, Dad and Sisters

for

A Happy Birthday

Bob, Johnny & Mac

When I first had a look through all of Mum & Dad’s photos in the big box that lives in my spare room, I didn’t know what to do with them and had no idea about starting this blog. Some photos were in albums but most were just loose in Kodak wallets and I left them as they were except for this picture of Bob, Johnny & Mac. It caught my eye for two reasons and so I put it to one side.

I used to work in Liverpool in the early 1980s in a photographic darkroom. I would travel in by train and occasionally get the ferry across the Mersey when the trains were on strike. I took it for granted that Port Sunlight village had its own train station and really enjoyed being able to walk to the station, something I still do where I live now in Cark-in-Cartmel. When I was a teenager Anne also worked in Liverpool and I would often meet her off the train with our dog Max. As we walked through the Dell, Max would always know where we were going and as soon as we saw Anne walking down the stone steps opposite the station, Max would run to her and nearly knock her over! He was a big alsatian. I’m sure Anne has some fond memories of him. Keith used to take him for walks and runs too. I think I’m right in saying that Max had a go at all the family (bark, bite, growl) except Mum.... he was a bit of a mad dog!

Anyway, one of me mates at werk looked just like Bob in the photo... it’s so uncanny that when I look at it I just burst out laughing! It makes me think of the James Cole character in Terry Gilliam’s Twelve Monkeys.

The other reason is Dad’s big grin!.... he looks so happy. I can see so many of my family’s faces in Dad’s face... me, Keith, Kerry...

Anyone know who Bob & Johnny are? Dad has a bandage on his knee and I wonder if this has anything to do with his accident? Rob knows that story I think?

Dad could be so happy because it could be the 8th December 1945, the eve of Dad’s 22nd birthday. What happened on that day I hear you ask..... well that’s another blog post!!!.......

A happy Mac & pals

Back of above print

Me (Anne) ....and my Mum's teddy!

Anne & Teddy

Yes, as the title says...this is/was actually Mum's teddy!
She grew up with it in India and then brought it over with her when she married Dad. Over the years it became quite bald and lost it's eyes! I remember going to Birkenhead market with Mum to the 'toy hospital' there where she bought 2 new plastic eyes on wire for him!
When Mum passed away it was only right that her childhood Teddy should go with her....my daughter, Katey made a replica in flowers which was beautiful. The funeral Directors even asked if we were sure that Teddy should go to as he was so old!
Katey has a photo of the 'Teddy flowers' which I will find and put up later.

Me (Anne) outside The Ginnel.

Anne outside The Ginnel

I remember that 'costume' well, but just not the day. It was bottle green with an orange and cream trim, and I was obviously at that age of being allowed to wear tights! (no more cold socks for me!)

My hairband was pale blue (I took after Mum for not matching colours - sorry Mum!), and I was obviously fond of pixie boots at that time! Do I really have long arms? That costume was probably made for me at Nancy Huff's (?) seamstress and clothes shop up in The Wiend. Each Birthday and Christmas Dad would take me and respectively Mum, to choose a dress or coat or whatever, and it would be made for us! I remember one year watching a film starring Tony Curtis and Audrey Hepburn in which she wore a beautiful elegant white coat....and yes, you've guessed it, I got to wear my very own handmade version and imagine I too was a Hollywood star! Thank you Dad.

In this photo's background is the Bridge Inn, Port Sunlight's village pub/hotel.

Also behind me to my left - is that Billy Ebbrell's car? I think it was a Ford Cortina, Mark 1?

A little girl and her doll - happy days!

Anne

I'm pleased to see I'm smiling in this picture - not the miserable face I showed in 'A lovely McCormack family photo'!

Do any of my brothers know where this was taken? Perhaps it was on holiday or maybe just a day out?

I vaguely remember that doll, but not her name! I think she had gold earrings!

Another lovely festive memory!

Keith, Rob & Dad

Aw...another Christmas picture - my favourite type!
Dad sitting in 'his' chair with, which looks to be the drinks glasses cocktail cabinet to his right...he enjoyed his tot of whisky! Whenever anyone called, Dad's welcoming words were always, "Nancy, get the whisky out will you!" Mostly he just tried his luck as Mum usually replied "no!" But Christmas was always the exception as shown in the blog entry 'Rob and sideboard full of drinks!'
Rob looks his usual cheeky self and is wearing a tie! - very smart. I think he dedicated the best part of his youth just teasing me! Mind you I think Keith did his fair share too! Keith looks particularly happy here...I guess Mum must have been taking the photo.
What a contrast to the Christmas décor of today! We would always have balloons and those crepe paper streamers as seen hanging above Dad's head here. The colours would even be pastel pinks or blues...not particularly festive?! And who remembers licking all those gummed strips of paper to make paper chains?!...which wouldn't stay stuck!
The tree baubles were always glass, not the plastic ones of today, but inevitably one would break when putting them on the tree, and then we'd lose another one (or two) when taking the decorations off the tree after the traditional 12 days of Christmas.
However for that year, which I think must be about 1959, that looks to be quite an impressive tree which is adorning our front room!

A lovely McCormack family photo

Dad, Anne, Rob, Keith & Granma

Once again, a photo I don't ever remember seeing...unless I've simply forgotten!
For some reason I look extremely miserable! I'm sitting in between Dad and Rob who's next to Keith then there's Gran at the end. (Dad's Mum)
I must be about 4 or 5 which makes the year 1959-60.
I wonder if it's a Saturday as we always picked up Gran then and she would come back to our house for tea. If it was a sunny day we would always have an ice cream cornet/wafer on the way home but it always had to be Wall's ice cream, (or was that Lyon's Maid?)
Remember Buckley's ice cream in New Ferry - it was the BEST ever!

Keith's letter to Uncle Arthur

Dear Uncle Arthur,

I hope you are enjoying your holiday. I have written a letter to Gran. Dad and Mummy are taking Robert and me to the circus next week. Thank you for the nice card.

With Love,

Keith.

Keith checking just how far the hotel really is from the beach!

In my post Turn it over, Mum tells us that Keith was behind the camera. It’s a lovely photo of Mum & Dad with our Rob... a talented photographer at the age of eight or nine! He was also writing articulate letters when he was six! 

I don’t think Anne & Rob will mind me saying that Keith was always the academic one in the family. He went on to get first degrees in Chemistry and Human Physiology and a PhD in Neurophysiology, but I bet I can chuck a stone further than he can!! 

I wonder who he is aiming at!!

Keith (1956?)

Back of above print

Rob, Keith & Mum, Isle of Man

Rob & Keith (1956?)

February - The Birthday Month!

Back in April (18th actually, which was my daughter Laura's 22nd!), David wrote about the February birthdays in Fork Handles. Here's a little more in connection to that in this postcard from Mum when she travelled over to India with Keith and Rob in 1954.

Dear Arthur,
This card of the boat we sailed out on comes to wish you “Very Many Happy Returns of the 24th February” We do hope you have an enjoyable time on your birthday with a lot of nice presents and a lovely big birthday cake with candles on it!! We will be thinking of you and Auntie Mar when we cut Robert’s cake here. Keep smiling and lots of luck with your football coupon!
With love,
from Keith, Robert & Nancy xxx

She's wishing a Happy Birthday to Dad's brother Arthur who shares his date with my brother Rob, and also his son Steve, and possibly Auntie Mar who was Dad's Mum's sister. My eldest daughter Kerry was born on the day after Steve (25th. Feb 1980), and my younger brother's birthday is on the 18th! (Dave)

Also sharing this month of celebration is our cousin 'Tricia (7th), her sister Pam's husband Quinton (12th), their son Wayne (22nd), and 'Tricia and Pam's parents, Doris and Pat who would be celebrating their wedding anniversary on the 21st!

Mum 'adopted by post' a little boy, John Picksley, aged 7 who lived at that time in an orphanage run by nuns. Mum only ever communicated with John initially by post, then by 'phone as he became older.... he is now 65!! She never met him, but never forgot his birthday on the 5th....and you've guessed it....of February!

I apologise now to any family or relatives if I've missed out your February birthdays, but feel free to jump on the blog, go in the comments section and put me right!!

Postcard from Mum to Uncle Arthur from India 1954.

The ship Mum, Rob & Keith sailed on to India in 1954.

Are you coming or going?

My penultimate visit to 35 The Ginnel was last year with my wife Sarah. Mum was already living in a nursing home and we had gone to help Anne with the enormous task of sorting out Mum’s belongings.

Just before we left, Sarah took what could be the last couple of photos of number 35 while it was still in our family. I remember the weather that day and how I was feeling. The weather was cold, wet & miserable and my feelings were not too dissimilar. I can also tell you when these last photos of 35 The Ginnel were taken: Friday 13th July 2012, 7.26pm and the second photograph was taken 15 seconds later! That’s digital cameras for you!

35 The Ginnel, July 2012.

35 The Ginnel, July 2012.

The colour photo of me, Anne & Mum was printed in May 1967 according to the Kodak stamp on the back. According to the leafless trees though, I would say it was taken in January and I’ve concluded it was taken just before we set off to India. We were in India in February 1967 for my fifth birthday.

Rob was also in India for his birthday in February and, having read a postcard from Mum to Uncle Arthur (to wish him happy birthday!), I know they were there in 1954, so it would have been Rob’s third birthday. Comparing the photo of Rob & Keith outside The Ginnel with the one of them with Grandad in India, I would say they look to be about the same age. But the trees have got leaves on them this time so it must be summer so the photo must have been taken when they had just got back home?

Rob, Mum & Keith
35 The Ginnel, 1954.

Dave, Anne & Mum
35 The Ginnel, 1967.

Keith & Rob with Grandad Ince
Joville, India 1954.

But of course I could be completely wrong and the photos could have nothing to do with travelling to and from India. Mum could just be taking us all to church (I’d rather go to India... sorry Mum!) or just a special day out somewhere... particularly with Keith looking so smart.

I wonder if Mum ever did tell me why those photos were taken and where she was taking us? I can’t remember if she did. I can’t remember if I ever asked, I should have done when I had the chance. And if I did I should have written on the back of the print in a nice soft pencil so I wouldn’t be scratching my head now!

If you’ve got some old photos and you’ve got someone who can tell you about those old photos, then ask them now. And if you’re the one with the answers then get your soft pencil out! And if you have plenty of digital photos... then knowing the date and time is not enough!... learn how to add keywords and descriptions in Photoshop or some other similar software... and if that isn’t your thing... get all your digital photos printed and buy a pencil!

Empress of Scotland.

In Dad’s letter to his Mum, in the post ‘There and Back Again’, he mentions that they are sailing home on the Empress of Scotland.

We are sailing for home on Wednesday 6th November 1946 on the ‘Empress of Scotland’, which is supposed to be a pretty fast ship so you can expect us to arrive Home about November 22nd. It sure won’t be long now!!!!!

Anne said she had searched for and found an image of the Empress of Scotland on the internet. I didn’t think of doing that at the time, but have now found a couple of interesting websites:

Empress of Scotland

Liverpool Ships

It’s interesting to note the ship’s change of name from Empress of Japan to Empress of Scotland. Also, you can download a list of all the ship’s voyages from December 1939 to November 1946, which means Mum & Dad’s voyage is the last one recorded on that document!

The journey from Joville to Bombay (Mumbai) alone was like travelling the full length of Britain!

You can download the full document from here at
the bottom of the page.

Grandad, Keith, Mum and Rob.

Apart from commenting on the beautiful/handsome side of our family, I'm a little limited on giving any details on this photo.  I imagine the year to be 1953/4 and of course it was taken when Mum took Keith and Rob to meet their Grandparents in Coonoor, Sth.India.   I'm not even too sure how long Mum and the boys stayed out there.  I do know they travelled by liner and it took 2 weeks travelling to arrive.   My only memory connected to this...is the colour of Mum's dress as I remember playing dressing-up in it when I was little, it was turquoise blue!
I think Keith and/or Rob - (possibly, as very young here) will be more likely to comment on this one!

dad and whitey

nice photo our James dad and whitey the cat.....Rob

john t

trying again the last census sent were not very clear.Rob

1901 census

dads mum ada ...17...soap wrapper...11 people in house....no 11...john h reemes....

What Nancy stands for.

Mum was given a small autograph book for her 15th birthday from her Mum, Dad & sisters. There are many lovely words & drawings from family & friends and also from one or two admirers before ‘Mac’ came along!

The contents of the book will form many posts on here, but for now here is one I particularly like.

Nancy Dear

Never mind the world

And do as you feel

Nothing matters in a word

Care is all you need

Yield it with a smile

Yours fondly

Mummy

Coonoor

20th August 1942

Rob, slippers and a Christmas Tree.

Awww...my favourite time of year again!
There's no mistaking that you are wearing your slippers in this photo Rob!  I remember that pouffe too, and the lamp under the table.
One year you made a snow scene Rob, it had a mirror for a pond with an ice skater on it, and a snowman and tree...I thought it was brilliant!
We actually had a real tree every year which I'd forgotten, and it looks stunning here.  The lights which we had for years were glass fruits - not sure how they were festive, but they were lovely.  Think they were frosted too - perhaps that was the Christmas/season connection.  Dad always kept all the packaging, and every bauble, string of lights and decoration was carefully packed away in it's original box or packet....except the balloons!!  We made paper chains each year too as they can't be packed away without being squashed!
The tree probably was only bought very near to Christmas day, possibly even Christmas Eve, which was always exciting, and Dad would also pick up the holly and mistletoe from the greengrocer.  I loved the tree chocolates, in particular the stripey-papered umbrellas - again, is an umbrella festive?
But Blackler's grotto had to be the highlight of the festivities build-up for me.  It was pure magic.  It would always snow at Christmas time, and on the Saturday just before Christmas, Mum and Dad would take us all to Liverpool (another country when you're a child!).    We'd queue for ages in the snow whilst street sellers would be tempting the kids with toys that the parents didn't want to buy.   The grotto itself was simply spectacular , then to finally meet Santa, AND come out with a present from him was just too much!  Often it would be dusk as we walked back to the train station, tired and ready for home, but the glistening snowflakes  seen through the amber glow from those Liverpool street lamps would seal that magic to a perfect day, and set a magical memory in me forever.
I loved our family Christmases then and I love my family Christmases now...thank you Mum and Dad...and Santa!!!

Rob and sideboard full of drinks!

Is this Rob's first practice at 'propping up the bar'?!
Every Christmas Dad would get in the Christmas drink for all the relatives and friends who would call over the festive season.  We as a family did our fair share of visiting family and friends too.  Mum's tipple was usually sherry, but Babycham, Cherry B, Pony, and also Drambuie and Crème De menthe were favourites! (I'm painting a picture of an alcoholic Mother here!!)  However, Dad would buy in all these bottles, but Mum rarely drank, so the majority of them would stay in the cupboard for the best part of the next year.  Mum had a really sweet tooth hence these type of drink!  I can't actually remember Dad's drink at that time...I think it may have been bottles of Brown?, or Mild?
I think Rob went on to enjoy a pint or two!!  When he was a late teenager he would sometimes bring home mementoes of his night out, such as a library door knocker, a road cone, and once there was a park bench outside the front door! (I think he couldn't get it up the stairs!!!)  Please correct me if I'm wrong Rob! ;)
We had those decorations for years - each year they would be brought out again and repaired with cellotape if needed...but I loved them!
Dad also made a Christmas cake every year, and as he stopped Dave took over.  I miss those cakes.
I wonder if the cake on the sideboard is one of Dad's?

The Hidden Bench

I've always been interested in photography since discovering it at school. My Dad bought me my first camera and darkroom equipment when I was fifteen. Having trays of chemicals and a darkroom enlarger, all precariously laid out on a piece of hardboard on top of my bed, was not the best of ideas when I needed to go to sleep! When Anne left home, I was able to turn my bedroom into a permanent darkroom and get to have my big sister's bedroom at the same time!

Anyway, when I used to photograph weddings in the 80s & 90's, I used film cameras that produced square images. When they were printed, they would be cropped to a rectangular format... portrait or landscape. Square format film cameras would also have been common when Mum & Dad were taking photos in the 40s - 60s, probably using a Box Brownie in the early years, I think I have a picture of Dad holding a Box Brownie camera.

The rectangular portrait photo of me, Anne, Mum, Pat & Ronnie which is in Anne's post, A Day in Ooty Park, was taken with a square format camera. I know this because I've found another print of this same photograph. It is the uncropped version and shows a bit more of the background... a tree and a park bench.

I decided to search the internet to see if I could find some pictures of Ooty Park and in particular, an Ooty Park bench! It didn’t take long before I found one. A photographer, Amit Basu, had just the photo I wanted. Being a photographer myself, I didn’t want to use his photo without asking, so I contacted Amit and he kindly agreed to me using his picture on my blog. ‘My’ park bench is undoubtedly the same kind as Amit’s bench and they are both certainly Ooty Park benches! Amit told me that Ooty Park is now called Ooty Botanical Gardens. He says about his photograph: “There was this rather lonely looking park bench in Ooty Botanical Garden, Ooty, India. Very colourful and very forlorn. Someone really needed to sit on it soon. I did.”

I can’t imagine being without the internet... you wouldn’t be reading this blog if we didn’t have it, and I wouldn’t have found that park bench so easily, if at all. But what’s really great about all this is my sister’s memory. I was only five years old when that photo was taken, and I have no real memory of standing in front of that bench or running around the park. It’s not that I’ve forgotten, it just that the memory wasn’t ever there, I didn’t register it at the time, I was too busy trying to use up my endless energy. Playing in Ooty Park seems like a lifetime ago for me. Can you remember being two years old or three or four or five? Some of us can, but for me, I think I can only really remember things from about the age seven or so. So I’m very lucky to have my sister’s memory to tap into when I want. Anne was eleven when that photo was taken. Until I had sent Anne that photo, I didn’t know where it was taken, other than India, and as soon as Anne saw it she new straight away it was Ooty.

In some ways, I feel as though I’m missing out on the memory of being in Ooty Park that day, but that’s what this blog is all about, I can now talk confidently about that photograph and tell a story about it too. It was a long time ago, and I can’t remember it, but my Mum did and my sister does, and that’s enough for me. I wonder if my park bench, like Amit’s, was green & yellow? I’ll have to ask my sister!

Isn’t the internet great. And aren’t memories great too.

Now, if only I could remember my password for my internet bank account!

Dave, Mum, Anne, Uncle Pat & Cousin Ronnie

Ooty Park Bench!

Lonely Park Bench, Ooty Botanical Garden

Photographer: Amit Basu