Before Nainital, there was London. Well, there was Kenton, Harrow, Middlesex, actually. This was just outside London.
I still remember the street where I lived, and I can almost reconstruct our walk to school. My memories of my friends of the time is restricted to their names, the crap we did – but not their faces.
Yeah, I do remember Guy Fawkes Day, before the Americans decided to popularise Halloween.
Okay, I am ancient. So, I remember The Beatles, PJ Proby’s ponytail, Cilla Black, Dusty Springfield, The Tremeloes
I also remember EPs, LPs and matchbox cars. And, the boy scouts.
Oh yes…. tap dancing!
I took these pictures with a point and shoot when we went on holiday to the UK several years ago.
The place was full of McDonalds and Balti restaurants – Indian restaurants run by Bangladeshi folk.
Strangely, London did not have much charm for me. I actually found it rather gross. Strange, eh? Me Indian saying that!
What I did like about England was the countryside. That is where the charm of the country lies.
Life, eh? Memories, dreams and reflections, to borrow from Carl Jung!