Last Friday week I took a trip down memory lane first by train from Fenchurch Street to Chalkwell and then via Jim Harrison's house (my PE teacher) to Westcliff CHS, my first secondary school, which I attended from 1961-66.
I was the main speaker at the Old Boys annual dinner.
Two of my class/sports mates - Ron Curtis and Ian Fowler - went out of their way to attend and we spent half an hour remembering our golden age! The past isn't what it used to be.
It was a strange feeling going back. I was reminded of George Orwell's book: Coming Up for Air though this time the pond had not been concreted in....
Nonetheless, I enjoyed the occasion though I wasn't certain they enjoyed me.....it was ever thus....