Thank you for the contacts about this through Twitter. Including from someone who was born here in 1967 and adopted the following year without ever being told about it by his adoptive parents. Secrets on secrets.
So, walking on now, downhill towards the river, arriving at another Victorian Merchant’s house.
A bright short day in December, following my feet from home to the river along roads I don’t usually follow. Coming by surprise to somewhere that was the hidden birthplace of many, and I’d thought was long gone.
You know the way it is, even us habitual wanderers have our well worn pathways we inhabit without thinking. Here to the river? Down the hill, across the park, round the lake, through Otterspool. I can run it in 25 minutes. There.
Well today I did it differently. Along Allerton Road first, familiar enough.