A touching account, that prompted me to look on a map to see where Hanwell is in relation to places I know. Having lived in rural East Anglia for almost all of my life, I have to stop and think when reading about wildlife and nature, in what I've always considered a densely built up city. In fact I wonder now where London stops and the countryside begins.
I now live just a mile from the bungalow where my parents were living when they died and even after 43 years, choose not to walk down the cul de sac to see what the place looks like today, with trees in the garden I planted half a century ago probably now large and mature.
Yes I did half the walk described with my sister on Monday and we both decided that there were no circumstances we could imagine in which we would go pass the house and say:” Oh I like what they’ve done there”.
Well done and beautifully written Mark. Like it’s a companion piece to their memorial tree.
Beautiful write-up, Mark. I hope you'll keep taking that walk in years to come.
Thank you Daniel. I will. Hopefully with my family too.
A touching account, that prompted me to look on a map to see where Hanwell is in relation to places I know. Having lived in rural East Anglia for almost all of my life, I have to stop and think when reading about wildlife and nature, in what I've always considered a densely built up city. In fact I wonder now where London stops and the countryside begins.
I now live just a mile from the bungalow where my parents were living when they died and even after 43 years, choose not to walk down the cul de sac to see what the place looks like today, with trees in the garden I planted half a century ago probably now large and mature.
Yes I did half the walk described with my sister on Monday and we both decided that there were no circumstances we could imagine in which we would go pass the house and say:” Oh I like what they’ve done there”.