I made a list of all the houses I could remember living in, from the house where I was born, right up to the house I live in today. That gave me a list 24 items long.
Because I have a healthy curiosity (am nosy) I had to use the internet to see just how many of them are still standing, and what they look like now. Some places don't look that much different, some look so much smaller than I remember and another looks much larger.
I was delighted to see that a wrought iron gate, which I had designed, is still doing service at one house (I'm easily pleased) and tut-tutted at the places some people leave their wheelie bins out, instead of taking them round to the back garden, out of sight.
It was fascinating and surprisingly speedy. My journey took me from a terraced house in Grimsby, to Hong Kong, back to Stamford in Lincolnshire, over to Cheshire, up to the Hebrides, to Hartford near Huntingdon,via Banham Zoo, Felling near Newcastle, Basingstoke, Dubai, Abu Dhabi...and on...and on.
Some places spoke to my heart and I found many memories suddenly flooding into my mind.
We all know how amazing the human mind is, how much we have stored in our brains - okay, the little filing clerks may play games and hide the files, spoiling our recall, but the memories are there.
Just visiting these places on Google Earth I suddenly 'saw' snapshots of people and places, snapshots of my life, and my emotions, snapshots which triggered yet deeper memories. My whistle-stop tour encompassed so many more places than the just the houses.
I realise that this is pure self-indulgence, so for that I apologise, but I hope to take you on a tour of some of these houses, places, memories.
Relax. I haven't got time today!