I went back to our London (South) house with my youngest Sister years after we moved to Scotland, just to have a look to see what it looked like now. We got a bit of a shock. We happened to arrive just as a young newly married bride arrived back from her wedding day, to get changed before going on honeymoon.I worked in London for 23 years. Twenty one years later and I've not been back.
Had a little chat with her, then she went inside. We noticed that where there once was a lovely little front garden stocked with all the cottage garden type flowers, was now concreted over to park two cars on.
Where there was once a lovely Virginian Creeper covering the old London bricks is now a bare brick wall.
Was glad to walk away with just the memories that came flooding back of how it used to be ~ the family of three black Rats which happened to live under the still standing Anderson Shelter, in the back garden ~ our pets, we used to see three pairs of black eyes peering out staring at us from the safety inside their nest hole, usually in the evenings, as well as the remains of the scores of the old, used carbon-cores from the spent radio batteries ~ and brown ale bottles left from our Grandparents day's there, whilst out in the back garden playing with lumps of garden soil, when I was just a young'un!
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