Last Father's Day this scribe's mother chuckled at a gentle ribbing given to the Senior Train Hunter on this blog. It reminded me to head into the archives to see what derogatory material could be suitable for publication this Mother's Day in relation to the chuckler.
Well, I certainly have nothing as embarrassing as a pyjama-wearing photographer to write about today, but I do have the following snap of Dearest Mother.
Any dreams of fine-tuning one's artistic skills by drawing bowls of fruit and babbling brooks must have seemed a remote prospect on that autumnal afternoon in Eumungerie in the early 1970s when sketching ancient locomotive watering facilities. Still, its the sort of things mums do.....so.....
Happy Mother's Day, Mum!