This post is a bit of an indulgence, as it all about me – as a baby. Browsing through my photos I came across a folder with some very old photos of myself when very, very young. They all date back to the late 1940s and would have been taken in St Andrews. All of 60 years and more ago. Rather strange looking at them again. I was at an age before my first memories. I know they are of me, because my parents or my sister would have have told me they are of me. Some even have an inscription on the back, presumably written round about when the photos were taken. I’m pretty sure these are the oldest photos of myself. But I have no memory whatsoever of that time. Here are a few.