No-one uses InMemory™ headsets any more. It was always clear they'd seriously mess with your mind, but the thought of being able to relive your favourite memories — actually be there, as if now was then — is mighty tempting.

To feel your first kiss — with all the unfamiliarity and excitement of youth; to re-experience your first standing ovation — aged 6 with a "speaking part" in the school play; so many wonderful things, lost in the busyness of our day-to-day lives, brought back more vivid than reality. They pitched it as a holiday.

But, of course, there was a catch. It's the first memory you touch upon that you relive, even if its something you'd rather forget. We're left, thirsting for escapism, held hostage by our own pasts.

  1. Over Christmas in 2017 I found an old box stored in the loft at my Mum's house
  2. Inside, amongst baby photos and first shoes, was a bundle of postcards collected by my late Grandmother, Lucy.
  3. In the 1950s she travelled Europe with her friends through France, Germany, Austria and Switzerland.
  4. Taking photographs wasn't so simple back then so, instead, she collected a postcard from each place she visited.
  5. I knew I wanted to tell the story of Lucy's journey but, sadly, I missed my opportunity to ask her about her youth.
  6. I realised that I still wanted to create something with these mementos; something to tell the story of the journey, even if I coudldn't tell her's;
  7. So, since the beginning of 2018, I've enjoyed writing short stories on these postcards — inspired by where Lucy found them — and sending them to family and friends. I've collected them here, I hope you enjoy them too.