And there’s an interesting story attached to it. I did two versions – this one which was done on 35mm film, and a second one using my Mamiya 2¼ sq TLR (or 6x6 if you prefer metric.)
So one day, after Mrs Thatcher’s pea-brained scheme to re-invent the British economy on the American model had led me to the edge of penury, things were looking bad. The recession was deepening, work was almost non-existent, and oblivion beckoned because I didn’t know how I was going to pay the rent that month.
And then I got a letter from a publishing house which was holding the larger format version of this picture with a view to possibly using it on a book jacket. They were very sorry, they said, but they’d lost the transparency (this was pre-digital, you understand.) They assumed it must have gone astray in the mail somewhere, and they hoped that the enclosed cheque for £300 would suffice by way of compensation.
Suffice? In fatter times I would probably have bargained for more, but in the circumstances then prevailing I was cock-a-hoop. £300 was enough to pay the rent and buy an ice cream by way of celebration.
And that’s how my life has always been – ever hearing the cataract of financial ruin roaring a hair’s breadth ahead of me, only to have an unexpected hand stretch out from the bank to pull me ashore. I could tell lots of stories like that.