This is the Brighton Train Station. South of London. We were there four years ago. What a facinating structure, all made of iron so many years ago. It was lucky not to have been torn down durin the war
Five years ago, my first cousin died unexpectedly. I hadnt seen him since we were little kids. I went over to UK for his memorial. I felt that I had missed so much by not knowing him better. It cost a fortune to be there. But my sister still lived in London, so at least I could crash with her and avoid paying accomodations! Due to short notice, I had to fly charter, which costs three times more than the usual fare. But I dont regret going for a minute. I got to say good bye to him. And by talking to his friends and our shared relatives, felt that I got to know him a bit better. But I digress. This post isnt about my cousin. I may do a post for his anniversary in May. This post is about England.
My family moved here in 1974, I was nine. (Do the math, my age is no secret)! I went back to visit once, in 1979. I hadnt been back since. Twenty five years is along time to go by. So I was really like a stranger in my own land. I was there just a week. The first few days were tied up around the memorial and visiting mourning family. So I only had a couple of days to tour. My sis had a place in Greenwich, which I fell in love with. I cant believe she moved back to Canada and gave up life in such an amazing place! My parents were there also. They had planned to be there for the Queens Jubilee Celebrations, so they were in town for the memorial too. I spent a day with them and my sister, in the city of London, which was also facinating.
It was such a hurried time though. I enjoyed it so much that when I got home and told Keith all about it, we booked to go over togrther for a longer holiday. We went together the following year. This is one of my favorite photos of that holiday. There is such a diverse people in such a small area, this picture taken in Trafalgar, captures some of that.
Keith was hooked, he loved England and was determined to go back again. I was in nursing school the following summer, so he went over with our eldest son. They had a blast together. Youth hostelling, and mixing with other tourists.
England is such a different world than what we have in Canada. We would love to go back again. There is so much more to see. It wont be this year. Maybe once our kids are all put through college? Mean time. I look through the photos and dream.