Thursday, August 4, 2011

Postcard from my post bag

OK, so I make a lot of fuss about postcards, to the extent that several of my friends and family are kind enough to continue to include me in their travels by sending a card rather than email, text or silence. The above arrived in the last month or so and each brightened my day with its vicarious visit to Barcelona, Yorkshire and a Greek beach. From the article and comments here it's obvious I'm not the only one to still delight in them (the comment about 'middle-aged or elderly' rankled a little, have I really crossed that line?)

Last week I went to a preview of a show which will be at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival this month: Me, Myself and Miss Gibbs - the story of an investigation inspired by a postcard of Lincoln Cathedral sent in 1910. See? Postcards as life-changing dramatic device!

If you think it's just a photo of a beach, you're missing out. I'm off for a mini-break in Devon this weekend, anyone fancy a card?

5 comments:

Guy Saville said...

If I knew one of my postcards was going to be immortalised I would have gone somewhere more exotic!

G

postcardsfromk said...

Yes, you really must try to travel more widely! You've seen so little of the world after all... Does sarcasm come across in comments?

As you know, I am appreciative of post from all parts, in all forms. Thank you.
K

Guy Saville said...

You know I've been so busy of late (and such a poor correspondent) that I haven't even had time to tell you where your next postcard is coming from in about... er... 5 weeks from now!

Timberati said...

"I haven't even had time to tell you where your next postcard is coming from in about... er... 5 weeks from now!"

Where did it come from?

postcardsfromk said...

Oh dear, Norm. I'm going to have to admit that I can't now remember. The problem with Guy is that he lives such a jet set lifestyle these days, it's impossible to keep up with which country he's in at any time. It certainly makes for interesting post for me!
K