Photographs are wonderful things.
They can be such a powerful tool for recording one's life and acting as an 'aide memoire' for reliving moments that would otherwise drift into the obscurity of a failing mind.
Alas, all too often they are consigned to a dusty album on the bookshelf, or an unopened folder on your Google Drive, or worse still a battered box of fading prints left untouched in the attic.
