Memory Lane

I drove along Memory Lane yesterday. I parked the car, got out and took some pictures.

This is a picture of the house in which I spent my first few years.





It's posher than it used to be. I don't recall uPVC double glazing and the extension above the garage (and even the garage) is not present in my memory.

I recall the nearby common upon which ponies were tethered. The ponies have gone but the common remains.

There is a strange familiarity about the area despite my departure at the age of four.

I doubt I'll visit again unless the BBC knock at the door and invite me to participate in an episode of Who do you think you are?

Memory Lane = Fordbrook Lane