Category Archives: My journey

Back to the future

As a young man, I assumed  would spend a lot of my life in Spain. After “best laid plans” and all that, it didn’t happen. I ended up much further away from home. Well, this year unexpected things occurred and … Continue reading

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Uncle Harry and World War II

Uncle Harry was one of the strongest influences in my childhood. He was actually my great uncle (Tom’s brother and Mum’s uncle). He was born on 24 October 1905 and died on  16 November 1991. Harry was quietly spoken and … Continue reading

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Pictures of children in London

The kids in this photo are hoping to collect lumps of coal falling off the backs of lorries, during the General Strike of 1926 (in which Tom took part). The workers were defeated in the strike and their conditions worsened. … Continue reading

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An unusual shot of a Routemaster bus

This photo was taken at Millwall Dock in the 1960s. The bus being loaded on to the ship is a Routemaster, one of the most iconic sights to be seen in post-War London. Wiki has a very extensive entry on … Continue reading

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Petticoat Lane Market

When I was small, Tom used to take me on quite a few outings. One place that was always exciting to visit was Petticoat Lane market, across the river in the East End. “More than a thousand stalls spread over … Continue reading

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Sardinhas Assadas

A friend asked me what the women pictured on the beach in Nazaré were doing. Sardines are a staple food in Portugal. As I read on one Web page, “When most of us think of sardines, we imagine tiny skinny, … Continue reading

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Nazaré, funiculars and Portuguese bullfighting

At university, I began studying Portuguese, along with Spanish. Few British universities at that time offered truly Latin American courses, which obviously had to include Brazil and the Portuguese language. As part of the program, students were required to spend … Continue reading

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