
We went to stay with my wife's family over Christmas. This quaint looking fishing boat is at a quay near the Dock Museum in Barrow.
Some of the old Dock cranes are still around, and functioning, alongside a Morrisons Supermarket.
(My main blog is the Abingdon Blog and this blog is from places other than Abingdon)
Our school coach used to bring us from Bletchingly and Nutfield and drop us at the school gates. The boys' playground to the left of the school was surrounded by high wire fences to protect the windows. The only football allowed was with a tennis ball. Sometimes the ball would get kicked onto the flat roof above the cloakrooms or into a garden area, and whoever kicked it would try to retrieve it. If caught they would be taken in by prefects or staff on duty and sit outside the headmaster's room.
I somehow took the wrong road out of London , and as it was a nice day I just kept going through Brixton, then round Croydon, knowing the road must lead to the M25. But even then I lost the way, and by chance came to a beauty spot called Riddlesdown, where the road came to an end.