Sunday, 24 March 2013

/12/ Marlow

When I was 8, my family left Florida (you can read more about my time there here, Part II coming soon) and headed for England; specifically, the small town of Marlow in Buckinghamshire. A stone’s throw from London, on the banks of the Thames, picturesque and with a strong community spirit, I thought we’d hit the jackpot, and we had– but sadly, after just over six months, we had to move on to somewhere more affordable.

Nevertheless, it was a really happy period of my life and a few weeks ago I had the chance to visit again because Ben, a friend from College, lives there. So one Friday, on a day off from work, his boyfriend Ed and I headed off on a day trip to my childhood. It was a wonderful escape from Oxford, and we spent it wandering around, finding my old house, and having a lunch in the pub where Ben’s mum works!

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I even managed to dig up some photos of what I got up to back then.

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Kid stuff, you know…


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