A honeymoon photograph album, 1966

Name: George Harrison and Pattie Boyd
Brand: A honeymoon photograph album, 1966
Price: 6000.00 GBP
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Price Realised GBP 7,560

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Closed: 22 Mar 2024

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George Harrison and Pattie Boyd

A honeymoon photograph album, 1966

Price Realised GBP 7,560

Closed: 22 Mar 2024

Price Realised GBP 7,560

Closed: 22 Mar 2024

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A turquoise leatherette photograph album gifted to George Harrison and Pattie Boyd as a souvenir of their honeymoon in Barbados, February 1966, the album containing 21 vintage gelatin silver photographs of the newlyweds by Barbadian photographer Willie Alleyne, the shots including their arrival in Barbados, a day on the beach, George serenading Pattie in swimwear, and their departure on BOAC, each with stamped photographer's credit verso, the front pastedown with a Barbados travel brochure inscribed Souvenir of your holiday in Barbados, from Paul Josen and Willie Alleyne; together with a clipping from the Daily Express newspaper, 14 February 1966, featuring a 'photonews' article on the couple's honeymoon Pick-A-Back in the Barbados Shallows: Patti with George
each print 6 7/8 x 4 7/8 in. (17.4 x 12.4 cm.); the album 8 x 11 1/4 in. (20.4 x 28.5 cm.)

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Pattie Boyd: We spent our honeymoon in Barbados in a fabulous rented villa called Benclare at Gibbs Beach, on what is now the Sandy Lane Estate. It was perched on a hill with a sweeping lawn to the main road, views of the sea and a full staff. One day we were out in the garden and the maid said, ‘Oh, look, there’s the Queen of England!’ Sure enough, there she was, driving past in an open-topped car waving to everyone, with Prince Philip sitting beside her, head buried in a newspaper. We spent beautiful sunny days exploring the island, playing in the sea and having romantic dinners at home to the sound of the ever-present tree frogs. We lounged on the beach, went to the famous Sandy Lane Hotel, swam, talked and walked, and I was so happy I thought I might burst. It was bliss to have George to myself, no work pulling either of us and no fans making life a misery.

We didn’t know anyone on the island and there were few tourists at that time, but gradually word got out that we were there so we posed a couple of times for the local press, and then the local dignitaries wanted to be photographed with us. The tourist office had a photographer take lots of pictures and presented us with a photo album. We made a few friends including the eccentric George Drummond, of the banking family, who lived there. He showed us around the island and gave parties for us to meet other locals.