Bokeh Junior

Six AM one Sunday morning last summer something was posted through our letter box. I remember thinking how strange it was that someone should be out and about at that time. After all, there’s no milk or post delivered on a Sunday, the papers don’t arrive til after breakfast and our leafy suburb isn’t the kind of place revellers stagger through on their way home from all-night parties. On rising we discovered that the British Nationalist Party had delivered leaflets canvassing votes for the upcoming local elections. Reading through the leaflet there was nothing particularly unusual about what they had to say, just the usual stuff that politicians go on about, lack of services for the poor and elderly, the state of the health service, all that sort of stuff. You don’t have to take much of an interest in politics to know that this particular party’s solution to all our countries ills is to send home all immigrants and asylum-seekers back to where they came from. Being a descendent of Huguenot refugees myself and married to a Canadian whose family emigrated from Eastern Europe in search of a better life, they don’t get my vote.

I hope you enjoy my picture of a British family enjoying a trip to the Seaside.