The Moths Have Eaten My Long Johns
When I took the pictures in A Sleigh Ride, and at probably most of the other posts from my trip to Poland in Winter, I was wearing an expensive pair of Merino long johns.
I have tried to wear them in this cold snap, but they have been eaten by the f**king moths.
Still at least I don’t feel the cold badly.
That’s probably because I was brought up in Cockfosters, which is the coldest place in London.
Starter Homes At Cockfosters
This would seem to be the final failure of a 1960s office development at Cockfosters.
It must have been about 1962, when I remember my mother telling me about the topping-out ceremony of these blocks by Cockfosters station.
They probably will satisfy a need, but it wouldn’t be my place to choose to live.
- You may have the Piccadilly Line to Central London, but it is a long way. It takes 43 minutes to Leicester Square.
- Cockfosters shopping centre hasn’t improved much since the 1960s.
- I doubt that the development will have lots of parking.
But then on top of the hill with all the wind blowing from the East in the winter, it will be a bitterly cold place to live!
There are perhaps two good points.
- The development is close to Trent Park for walking.
- The buildings do seem to be structurally fairly sound.
But they’ll need to be, with all that cold wind!
The Church Where C And Myself Married
These pictures show Christ Church, Cockfosters, where C and myself got married on September the seventh, 1968.
That day is still the only one, where I have entered the church. And it was locked today. If that sounds strange, C had been a Sunday School teacher in the church and we had met the vicar before the wedding, in the vicarage.
One of the church’s claims to fame, is that it was where the Memorial Service for Elvis Presley was held in the UK.
Cockfosters Tube Station
Cockfosters tube station is the terminus of the Piccadilly Line.
It is not the spectacular architectural design of other stations on the line.
As a child, I only used the station occasionally and that was to use the barbers, where I got my hair cut.
The Anonymous Widower 