Postcards from the seaside ……. no 1

Now the age of the picture postcard might not be over but it only limps along.

Once when there were several collections and deliveries a day, and the cost of a card and stamp were cheap the picture postcard was the preferred means of communication with  family and friends.

Edith could send a card by the first post in the morning and was so confident of its arrival before midday that she would happily suggest to a friend that they meet in the afternoon, or William announce his intention to be home from holiday by teatime.

Today especially picture cards sent back from abroad might well arrive after the suntan had faded and all the duty free consumed.

Added to which first, the telephone, and then the mobile with its camera feature mean that holiday moments are but a call and text away.

All of which is good, but means those collections recording what a seaside resort was like at a moment in time are lost forever.  

No picture of a pier in its heyday, nor those slightly rude and suggestive cards with big fat ladies, skimpy dressed beauties, or embarrassed juvenile males.

So with that in mind here for no other reason than I can are three from Brixham in 2022, as a homage to all those boring, and unimaginative postcards sent over the decades to aunt Flo, Uncle Eric and mum and dad “wishing you all the best, and hoping this finds you as it leaves us, all in the pink”.

Location; Brixham

Pictures; postcards from the seaside, 2022, from the collection of Andrew Simpson