A familiar place
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A recent return to Essex, the English county where I was born and grew up, provided a moment of recollection and nostalgia. My mother (pictured in the panoramic shot above) and I made a fleeting stop at the village of Writtle, the place where I used to live.
It’s a picturesque place, with a green circled by old houses, a pond edged with mature willow trees, with the squat tower of the parish church close by, where I was baptised at six months of age.
We moved away many years ago, but it is essentially unaltered. The memories remain locked in and seeped to the surface while we took a brief look. I took just a few photographs, quite probably for the first time.