Whilst preparing to travel to Morocco, I came across a selection of ID photos in my travel wallet. I’ve tended to carry spares when I travel, in case you need one. They’ve created an interesting potted history, and also look like they deserve a place in a line up of wanted terrorists. Particularly that first one.
Except for the facial hair I seem to have come full circle of the course of 20 years. Given that I’m travelling without a razor, maybe I’ll be able to capture my boyish good looks. Yeah right.
Gosh! I can’t even remember you looking like the first one! Love, Mum xxxx