So here's a little rugby related something from our collection.

This chap looks a little too smartly dressed – it was the eighties remember – to be on the point of picking up any of that litter himself. Perhaps he is the groundsman, assessing just how big the task is, before setting his gang to work. I love the curve of the terraces and the way the litter spreads to every corner of the photograph.

Anyone old enough to remember the concrete embankment at Lancaster Park will know what a brutal environment it was. It was certainly no place for women and children – and those who'd been before wore waterproof footwear.