Wednesday 25 June 2014

Typefaces


Interesting how one word in a certain shape can conjure up a hundred images in your mind.
HAVEN: snapped in Poole, Dorset - those castellated white letters on a postcard-blue background, happily preserved from some time in the late 60s?



I can just see my Nan, tartan blanket tucked under one arm and a shopping bag containing a thermos, Penguin biscuites and a packet of fags hanging from the other. She would probably have a floral headscarf pulled tight over her Blue Rinsed hair, or maybe a plastic rain hat if the sky looked ugly.
If the thermos had been forgotten, or the beach too wild with sandy winds we might have gone into the Haven cafĂ© and had a teacake, slippery with butter (or margarine) and a pot of creosote for two. The air would have been grey/blue with cigarette smoke, and Nan would have lit up too, smiling at me through her own personal cloud: "D'you want to come to Bingo with me and your Aunty Lil in the evening?"   

                                     

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