20 years ago, cycling alone in Norfolk on a blue sky day, staying at my boyfriends parents house, needing some headspace maybe. Looking up I saw a solitary swan, flying high above, pure white and distant, its long neck held out straight as an arrow.
Passing through Kings Cross prompts memories of a former life, as the timings for my Wakefield train coincide with announcements listing all the stations on route for the departing train to Kings Lynn. I once had a boyfriend at one of these stops and always think of him when hearing the announcements. This memory reappeared towards the end of my journey today, it lingered and got me pondering.
Monday 20 February 2017
nostalgia
Two weeks ago today I went on a birthday walk with my sister. Off Oxford Street is Great Titchfield Street, where our Uncle Fred used to live. We found the doorway to his flat, then headed to the nearby BT Tower and onwards, past the cliff like edifice of the hospital I was born in to St Pancras, rising like a ships bow from the Euston Road.
Doorstep of Radiant House, Mortimer Street
Uncle Fred's doorway
BT Tower
University College Hospital
St Pancras
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