Places lived in by the author. And some other domestic habitats.
In fact, there are places here that the author has never seen, will never see, and can only imagine.
Not in any particular order, and I have discovered that several places of abode have been disappeared, as one says if Chilean, Argentine, Yank, Canadian, or other benighted nationalities.

42 Caxton Street: The house is the second from the left, with the cream paint. The alleyway to the back gardens is to its right. This is taken from Google Street View ca 2010. No paint on the brickwork as has been done for a few others. My bedroom was, when young, behind the two top windows. At other times, it was the small bedroom to the rear, above the outhouses and larder. Here is another view with the entryway visible. The walls to the front gardens for this terrace have been rebuilt since I was last there, ca 1975.

There is no Victorian stretch of houses along Speedwell Road, and the Community Centre has gone too. But, Calthorpe Park is still there, and we used to go to school through it once upon a time. One can see the plan of the new houses in the small square at the bottom of this image:

Ray and Peggy started off in Birmingham, where Dad worked as a teacher at Edgbaston Royal School for the Deaf, in a house on Speedwell Road, between Balsall Heath and Edgbaston. There were, as I clearly recall from my bedroom windows, whores working in Calthorpe Park, opposite. The Park had a community centre, where we had a fancy dress party for the Queen's Coronation in 1953. That house has gone.

Then, we moved to 114 Ingoldsby Road, above, which was a better place, then. (Our first TV, b&w, and two channels.) Look at it now! We were on the bottom floor of the maisonette; Kings Norton Grammar School, for boys or girls, was quite close by.

A few years later, we moved to 414 Green Meadow Road, which was a house, where Dad parked his Hillman Minx in the garage that was erected on top of the concrete we laid. No male appeared on that afternoon, in any back garden close to our house!

A sad story relates to the following two images, which happened in the early sixties:

Above is the road we walked to for the bus to the city centre, from Green Meadow Road. Below is the bus stop. Obviously, the bus going off into the distance is new; there were trams when we were young, grinding their way down and up the hills towards town.

After living at 414, in 1963, the year I turned 21, Dad found a new job at Rangemore Hall, near Burton-upon-Trent, shown below:

This is a view of Rangemore Hall, which, in my father's time as a teacher there, had lost its memories of the Crown Prince of the early 20th Century. My father and mother lived in an apartment on the road side of the U-shaped building seen above the main house. This was the stables, and only our apartment and that of the caretaker was centrally heated. Horrid for the others.

Here are three views of the building. The classic photograph of my then girlfriend, known as Little Di because of her bunch of college mates, was taken on the stairs leading up to my parents' apartment in the Sixties! I think we lived behind windows 5 through 8, from the left, on the 1st floor (UK designation!).

The house is now private, and divided into eight main sections; the Ewing wing was recently for sale at GBP 925,000!

Dad left here and went to Australia and then NZ in 1968. To Canada later on, for the rest of their lives, with holidays to England and New Zealand, until became too frail.

10 Dover Place, top floor. A flat in a dilapidated building, where the front fell off three doors down (after we had moved). Three floors can be seen above ground. There were, however, three floors below this road level: people had windows viewing the Cabot Tower. Our flat was in the house with the blue door which can just be seen behind the lamp post. Here I had my Norton Commando, true British rubbish, parked in the entrance for a while. We moved then to London, to Culford Road, below.

107 Culford Road, Hackney, London N1: where Di and I and a young Sarah lived for a short time. Typical London brick, and double width, because of the garage. The room above the garage is the toilet, or was, since I have no clue what anyone did since about 1972! The pub is 107a! It's across the junction, something like 100 yards distance.

135, York Road, Montpelier, Bristol: I lived in the house with scaffolding currently erected. That's where the ark that Dad made for me was stolen at a house-warming party. This is just after I had split with Di, and before I became peripatetic.

The apartment where Ray and Peggy lived in Ottawa. It is the one on the corner behind the tree, the second floor up. It's a two-bedroomed place, with storage, a corner kitchen and just enough room for the three, then two, and now just me (until I am forced to leave, when RED's paperwork is completed). The apartment stretches beyond the concrete slabs reaching into the sky to the large bedroom's window. (There are two of these large apartments on each floor.) Below is another shot, with a view down Percy towards Somerset.

Just possibly where the orange dot shows is 18 Torrens Gardens, in Belfast. This is where my grandparents Margaret and George Douglas lived. And where, in the shots elsewhere on this site can be seen some members of the family in the back garden. It was grass when Lynn and I were there; but soon deteriorated into mud. These houses look the same, but I was last there in the early fifties.

A sign of the troubles in the Seventies; the police station was open to the public when I was last there, but that was ca 1952/3.

Now, I have never been here, but this looks like where Sarah, Prasannavira, Phoebe and Chloe live (Georgian Court, Park Close, London E9) : the next three shots can be clicked on to enlarge:

Back to Market Harborough. Schools and other things:

The Rec, as we called it, where our Association Football field was in the winter time. That's on the left. There were swings off the path to the north, just visible, which I fell off. They aren't there now, probably fell apart years ago. The school had its centenary in 2007, October. Looking at the playground to the west of the school it would seem the old toilets yet remain. Strange!
Below the Rec are the allotments, three of which EF Dickins, my grandfather, cultivated. They are apparent in the next image. My friends and I would 'take' rhubarb from them when we needed to! Grandad had to push his handcart eastwards, down to the road, then left and left and up the slope to the railway crossing, which was quite steep. If I remembered, being totally flutterbyed, I would help push the cart up the slope, and along to Caxton Street.

This was the area where I spent a lot of my childhood (primary school, the eleven-plus exam and then MH Grammar School): this when, concurrently, my sister, Lynn, was in school in Birmingham.

The old building that my father and I both attended (as we did the Primary School with the same teacher, whence, Miss Geeson: 'you will never be as good as your father') can be seen above: this was the local Grammar School. On another page on this site it states my father was Victor Ludorum. I lasted a year and was brought to Kings Norton Grammar School.

Above can be seen where the two schools were in relation to each other.
The boys are in the school on Northfield Road, to the bottom left. The girls are in the school to the right of Selly Oak Road, up a lane north of Franklin Road. Not too far away. It is now faintly apparent on the boys playing field, whereas the line was very clear when I attended: the line demarcating the playing fields boys and girls, when the school first operated with both sexes. One at each end of the school with the hall in the centre!


Northfield Road both ways, adjacent to KNGS for boys (that's not its name nowadays, Grammar Schools have been banished: too closely related to the class system, but they damned well worked). Below is the school to which Lynn went to take her GCEs and stuff; note it's a Language College, too, nowadays.

Below is 8 Cooper Street, Plockton,, (adjacent to the Hebrides) Sarah says! This is where my first wife ended up to teach in the local school, with her doctor husband. Plockton had a TV series with Robert Carlyle acting as Hamish Macbeth, the BBC comedy-drama. 1995-97, I believe.

In most screen seizes from Street View, only the fašade is apparent, but there are many shots on other pages on the site where the rear garden is where the photographs were taken. Should be easy to determine which is which, unless you are the male impersonator!

Is that a crow? Doesn't look like one to me, it's probably a raptor. Whatever, but there are stairs viewable in the window; for the upstairs rooms at the back, which presumably have a good view down to the sea. All of the three next photographs are of a gray day; probably typical of the area; hills and wet, westerly winds.

Cooper Street, Plockton both ways:

'Jackdaws', Rectory Road, Orsett, Essex: this is the address on a marriage certificate. It's the house where Oscar and Amy Munson-Barkshire raised their three daughters. Except that it was sold, and it looks as if the land was subdivided for newer infill.

Now to Oz, to the suburbia of Sydney, where my nephew, the only one, and never to be other than singular, is to have his life controlled by a mortgage, unless he has hidden, untold wealth: here, in ever-decreasing circles, is where they, Kavita and David, will live from August 2010 forward.

First is Sydney, with the Baulkham Hills and Northmead, the latter denoted by the orange A to its south. Next is a closer look, showing dry river valleys, which, if it rains at all in Sydney, will fill and wreck the verdant look. Third is the bird swooping ever closer: when looking for this place earlier, it is apparent that most dwellings are bungalows (single floors to Yanks reading this). Fourth is where the left-hand of the duplex can be determined; the dog-leg of Burton Avenue is exactly where the entrance roadway is found. The duplex is that one which is dark brown roofed just up to the north-west.

The fifth clickable image shows the strata area where there are eleven units in total moving around the circumference, and K & D's place is the lh side of the dark building in the centre. Finally, there is a view up the entrance road, and the rh unit is seen with a faint image of a digital receiver on the roof.

Other images/information to follow, when I can remember where I have lived (more accurately, it should be squandered!).
Most of these are taken from Google, and I trust they care not. Google is an amazing company, not without its critics, but this application enables one to visit most places without leaving one's armchair.

Here is where Sarah, Prasannavira, Rhea and Phoebe live, behind the trees :