From London Slums to South Oxhey

It is a journey from the London Slums to a new green field council estate called South Oxhey. As I stumbled down a muddy road in the 1950’s on a new London overspill estate. Rain fell in buckets down my back dripping into my shirt cold and wet. These boarded up new terraced houses will soon be some body’s home but for now they stand empty. The bitter wind blows shutter boards to rattle against red brick window sills. Black L.C.C cast iron drainpipes and gutters Adorn the drain pipes a friendly emblem of the past. The settlers are proud of their embossed drain pipes. Across the road a man stands by a concrete lamppost shaped like a question mark not yet used. Trying to roll a cigarette his hands are wet the paper tears he shakes his wet head confused. He tries again but this time a large blob of water drops from his nose soaking all of his papers. He swears loadly stuffs his hands into his pockets and hurriedly walks off.