I am off on an adventure this week, and I am feeling a combination of excitement and anxiety, as befits a journey into the unfamiliar.
University of Sheffield graduation, Summer 1985.
I wrote in a previous post about the death of an old friend from my university days.
Some of us who had kept in touch made efforts to contact others, plans were hatched, and five of us are meeting up in London on Friday.
The five in the photo above.
It's been 25 years since I saw three of them.
There have been flurries of emails, proposals and arrangements made, and the teasing has started already.
I might be partly responsible for that...
It appears I am the only one with any photos of our university days, and I don't actually have that many. Film was expensive, so was getting it developed, and more often than not, the photos were blurry and dark.
But what I have, I will share with the gang, and I might even leave them unaltered; some of the pics are funny enough without any photoshopping tomfoolery.
Denim waistcoat and sunglasses - charity shopped
Sandals - retail (sale)
Indian leather bag - vintage fair
Necklace - gift from Leisa
Here I am in 1984, aged 20.
I was wearing a fabulous 1950s brocade dress and jacket. I wish I still had them.
No one called old clothes vintage back then, they were just secondhand.
And this was at my mum's house in the summer of 1984, when Martin and Alex came to stay.
Look how they are studiously avoiding the camera; it wasn't always so!
I'm really looking forward to seeing my old friends, and of course we will fondly remember S, who is sadly no longer with us.
I wonder what we will make of each other after all this time?
We won't be the same people, of course. But are the ghosts of those bright and shiny 21 year olds in the graduation photo still in all of us?
I'll let you know.
Have a great weekend.