They're not good photos. My camera wasn't good, they're 30 years old, they pick up ink from the photos facing them (when I say "albums", I mean "scrap books I glued them into"). It's good to have found them again, though.
Here's a typical example: a photo of Roy Trubshaw. It was too dark for my camera, it's grainy, its yellows have darkened, and it had bits of scrapbook card on it until I brushed them off:
Note the teleprinters behind him: this was a long time ago in computing terms. Just to give a sense of what that means computationally, there are 340,690 bytes in that image, or 2,725,520 bits. MUD, the program Roy and I are famous for having written, was 70k of 36-bit words, or 2,580,480 bits. There are more bits in that image of Roy than there were in MUD.
Ah, memories of memory.