My parents in 1993.

I can't remember who suggested it, probably me as I had been taking some
pictures of just my father for something he needed, but in June 1993 it was
decided I'd try to get a nice picture of my parents. So one Sunday they
dressed up in their Sunday best and we walked across the busy road from
where they lived, into an old field that was gradually filling in with
schools and churches. They had lived already for forty years in that
neighbourhood and had seen it change considerably in that time. At the time
he was 82 and she was 76.

I took two or three rolls of pictures on two different kinds of film and,
at the time, did not really like any of them. But a quarter century on, I
like a lot of them. This one was shot on Ilford FP4 in my Minolta X370.

I didn't give much direction, for the most part just taking pictures as
they moved to look this way and that. I did have them stand up, and then
sit down as here on some large boulders laid out as a boundary between
properties. And they turned that way to point something out. So I took the
picture.

To my mind, they look like two old people out for a stroll, stopping to
rest. And that, sorta, is what they were.