A Covid Christmas makes this year like no other (missing Greg and Alex)
The new lockdown…
I expected the streets to be fairly empty when going around the corner to get my Sunday paper following Boris’ announcement yesterday evening, but that was far from the case. M&S was full with people forming long queues and the streets seemed busier than usual.
Advent in a cold wet Beckenham
Croydon’s skyline from Beckenham
Pottering about busy doing nothing
Short days and long nights are okay but the rotten weather made my plans for a wander redundant today.
Lockdown is busy at Beckenham Place Park
Friends and family. Thanks Jan.
I never knew uncle Jimmy. He died on May 22 1944 aged just 21 years old after his Lancaster bomber was shot down and crashed in the Wash. He is buried in Cambridge Cemetery with his crew mates.
Jimmy was born in 1922 at 134 Ravenscroft Road, Beckenham. He went to Penge and Beckenham Grammar School. After leaving, Jimmy worked in a bank. As war became likely he joined the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve and then served as a bomb aimer in The RAF.
He’d been married to Betty for just one year when he died.
I remember Jimmy and all those with him.
Once more we are visited by those who went before us. Beckenham High Street.
Lockdown blues are reflected in the weather. The Drive, Beckenham.
Nelson and the Garrison Church on the morning before Lockdown
The spectacular autumnal sun at Southsea
I came across this, altar like, scene on Sunday morning at Beckenham Green
All Hallows Eve at Beckenham Green
Beckenham Roundabout (If you click the link and then click on the photo you will see it full size).