Our wedding took place at St Edmund’s Church, Beckenham, on 2nd March 1968.
We enjoyed a four day honeymoon at The Kings Arms, Ockley,
where these three portraits were produced while my new mother-in-law looked after Michael.
One of our walks took us up Leith Hill.
This abandoned house provided ample photo-opportunities near the inn, close by a
burning shed that brought spectators and the fire service to the scene. The shed was soon extinguished. The fire in me was not.
On our return I carried Jackie over the threshold of 76 Amity Grove, into which my father had, in readiness, moved my furniture from Ashcombe Road.
Jackie has provided me with updated information on the deserted house mentioned yesterday. Here it is: ‘Having driven fairly regularly past this house over the years, I can report that altho’ it has lost some of it’s character, it still exists, and houses on this prestigious Surrey village green cost an absolute fortune (close to £1,000000!). It was a distant village in 1968, but with rail and road connections so improved, it is now considered to be within working distance of London so commands premium prices. It is a shame really as the whole village is now full of very rich people and does not have the character of the 1968 village we knew. Even the wonderful village store, that sold everything (even leather boot laces for farmers’ boots) has been converted into a very posh dwelling.’
Today I felt much better from the virus, but still stayed indoors and scanned fifteen more of the honeymoon colour slides from March 1968. Here are some from inside the derelict house, with its riddled roofs, gaping windows, and bare boards:
In ‘Tales From The Window Sills‘, I speculate about the ownership of the shoes and newspaper left in the corner of one room.
The Kings Arms Hotel is where Jackie and I spent our four days.
This afternoon’s Six Nations rugby match on television was between Scotland and Wales at Murrayfield. This, the most engaging match of the weekend, resulted in a 26-23 victory for Wales.
Jackie found the energy to do three weeks’ ironing, and cook a roast dinner. Even I managed to press four shirts.
The said dinner consisted of roast pork, potatoes, and parsnips; and boiled carrots and cauliflower. Egg custard was for dessert. I drank a little via di Cavallo chianti 2012.