Submitted by Jason Hague (Barnsley, England)

'Grey Street' - Just a quick snap of my street.


'Lock Park Bandstand' - Don't really know about the history of it, just played on it throughout my childhood.


'Lock Park Tower' - It's just an old tower that's been there years. It's on its last legs but still a bit of history.

'Northern Town' is a picture out of my bird's window near the town centre. The actual main road near it holds many memories from the footy.

Submitted by Calum Haswell (London, England)

I clocked this guy from some ways away and saw this guy as a southern, hey, maybe even continental contemporary of Kozsie's Scottish "old guy you hardly ever see the like of" (http://thephoteebooth.blogspot.com/2008/06/submitted-by-kozsie-edinburgh-uk.html). I looked up and noticed the background, a structure that was out of date in its own way, and the couple embracing kind of looking like the future to their past.

Submitted by Huw / Jim (The Moldives / Chicago)

This photo reminds me of a story that gets told around the holidays around ours every year... once upon a time, when I was a wee lad, my father took a 5 pound bag of flour with him to a Saturday morning practice... my mom asked him what he was doing with it, and he said the school's athletic department had run out of chalk for the pitch, so he was subbing it with the flour.

Submitted by Giraffic (South London, England)

This picture was taken in Little Rock, Arkansas USA. Firstly it reminds me of the film ‘Stand by me ‘ and it’s just looks typically deep south rail road.

Submitted by Cupid Stunt (Stockport, England)

I was Stockport County mascot aged 7, on the 7th March 1986. That's me with Andy Thorpe who still holds our record for most appearances. I was wearing brand new Gola boots, a kit provided by the club for the day (a few seasons old) and a personalised 2 stripe tracksuit and sweatbands. This photo is part of an album my Dad put together of the day. It's fair to say this is my most treasured material possession. I really should scan the whole thing in.

Submitted by Llwyd Owen (Caerdydd/Cardiff, Cymru)

Cefais y pleser o weld a chlywed Cate Le Bon a Gareth Bonello - dau o gantorion gwerin(ish) gorau Caerdydd - yn perfformio fersiwn newydd o'r gan draddodiaddol, 'Jail Caerdydd', wrth ffilmio rhifyn arbennig o'r Sioe Gelf ar gyfer S4C yn ddiweddar. Cymerias gachlwyth o luniau o'r sesiwn, a dyma gyflwyno ddetholiad o fy ffefrynnau personol. Os hoffech weld y perfformiad gyda llygaid eich hun, gwyliwch 'Lawr yn y Ddinas' ar y 29 Gorffennaf ar S4C.

I was fortunate enough to see and hear Cate Le Bon and Gareth Bonello - two of Cardiff's most talented folk musicians - perform a new version of the traditional song, 'Cardiff Jail', while filming an arts documentary for S4C (that's Channel 4 Wales for all you living on the wrong side of Offa's Dyke!). I took a shedload of photos of the session; here are a selection of my personal favourites.

Submitted by EFC (Liverpool, England)

Two young Evertonians warming down after a recent friendly against FC Sion in Switzerland.

Submitted by Caroline Warner (Wrecsam, Wales)

Whilst on a flying visit to Oxford last weekend this group of kids caught my eye....Made me smile, as it reminded me of school trips as a youngster. I was always more interested in chatting to my friends and looking at the souvenirs I'd bought than listening to the teachers instructions. Much to their disapproval.

Submitted by Giraffic (South London, England)

The local area is known for Lavender growing. Here is one of the fields you can walk around and pick your own. I like the fact it's been grown for centuries and the tradition continues.

Submitted by Tarnyouthcasual (Barnsley, England)

The "pity" just where pit used to be. Now it's just a massive hill. Used to have to run up that for footy training. Right ball ache.

Submitted by Teaparty (Stockport, England)

The main gate at Auschwitz I. Whilst the majority of the killing was done about a mile away at the much larger Auschwitz II camp, this is probably the most "iconic" symbol of Nazi death camps.

Also, the top floor of that building in the picture was used as a brothel. Several non-Jewish women prisoners were picked out to work in it and favoured non-Jewish prisoners (cooks, barbers) were given tokens to use as payment in there by the SS.

Submitted by Gerry Wilcoxson (Derbyshire, England)

The reason I took these was because I found out last night the pub on the street that I was born, where I had my first ever pint (it cost me £1.34 and it was a pint of Kimberley ale, a mild, so I sounded older than I was when i ordered it!), had shut down, so after a heavy sesh yesterday, I went for a spaced out stroll today down memory lane. As I was walking around my old stomping ground, I noticed the infants school had been bordered up and sealed off and also walked by the jitty (alley/ginnel/path) where I had my first heavy petting sesh a la Jimmy in Quadrophenia - so got me thinking of doing a photo album of spots from my youth.

Submitted by Marian Griffiths (Rhos, Cymru)

This was taken in 1948 in the back garden of my mother's house in Rhosllannerchrugog near Wrecsam. Bernard, my brother, (wearing the hat in the background) had made a skeleton out of card in the back kitchen and had hung it in the doorway. He took the head off it and replaced it with his own so that he could see the reactions of people walking past.



This is a photo of my mother taken in 1915. I think she wrote on the back of it. I think it's amazing.

Submitted by Kozsie (Edinburgh - Scotland)

I recently attended a Radiohead concert at Glasgow Green, much to our (and my lovely guests) dismay the traditional Scottish weather stayed true and the heavens opened. We braved on with maybe the weather adding to the flavour of it all..we made our way to centre of the stage, in view but away from the ruck at the front..we'd reached our pitch.

I then turned to my left to see this guy lost in the music...there on his own, maybe assisted by an illegal substance (I know not of his whereabouts, officer) but totally immersed inside it all. I don't know if it spun me back to my years gone by but it made me smile and if anything it brought me up..with no assistance.

When I loaded the picture up tonight I noticed some weird 'Cocoon' type shit going on, I hope it's not a Dove he was on.

Missed my chance.

Submitted by Giraffic (South London - UK)

Oxwich bay, Wales. One of my favourite beaches. Spent some happy times on there as a kid.

Submitted by Benjamin Ridge (Cornwall - UK)

This was taken at Marazion beach near Penzance in Cornwall. Saint Michael's Mount can be seen in the background.

My dad took my mum, my two brothers and I down to see the whale when we heard one had been washed up in the storm that had happened.

I was pretty young 7 or 8 can't exactly remember. What I can remember is trying to climb ontop of the whale but the wind was so bad we couldn't manage it.

I had never been so close to a mammal of that size before.

Submitted by Ryecatcher (Chicago - USA)

I took this one of the cat this morning. He climbed in on his own. All I need now is some potatoes, onions and whatever seasoning goes best with cat (sage and a bit of pepper maybe?)

Submitted by Huw (Moldives - Cymru)

I've always loved seaside resorts, especially those suffering from the hangover of heady days of years gone by. New Brighton is one of those. This was taken on an overcast day in June last year. As a kid, it used to drive my mother beserk when people would start stripping off and flood the beaches as soon as the slightest sign of summer appeared. I don't know why but it did. When we took this photo, I just liked the fact that this family (and their boxer tied to a pram) were sunbathing on a tiny sliver of 'beach' with the industrial landscape in the background. Really, after looking closer at it, it's about people making the most of things.



Following on from the above, I spotted this old couple sitting on a bench on the front in Llandudno. I'd forgotten all about knotting the corners of hankerchiefs and using them as hats until I saw this man. It brought back memories of my granddad doing the same. Or, if his hankerchief was dirty he'd opt to smother his bald head with vaseline to stop it cracking in the sun. The gap between these two also made me think about how couples, as they grow older, often grow apart. It starts with separate seats instead of sharing the sofa. Then separate beds instead of a double. I remember this happened with my grandparents. They couldn't live without each other though as the death of my grandmother proved.

Submitted by Biscuit (Bournemouth / Bolton - UK)

I've tried to capture the changing nature and movement of culture in our post-modern society. And I really like boats too.

Submitted by Roman (Aberdeen - Scotland)

It's me in the white, in Madrid in November for the game against Athletico in the UEFA cup group stages. Just before the game, and just before things got a bit naughty.