I was really saddended to read about the fire which this weekend engulfed parts of Camden Market - an area of London that's simply one of my favourite places to spend time anywhere in the world, and holds some special memories for me of the summer after my GCSEs and beyond. Now a wrinkly old man of 22, I still love to wander about Stables Market, the High Road and all the idiosyncratic little nooks and crannies which make the place what it was - totally unique.
To hear that a significant portion of it has been destroyed really struck a chord in me. I found myself actually nervous of returning to find it not the same place, and that it would feel very different - my connection of the memories of that halcyon summer of 2001 (not to mention counteless times since) would be weakened. Rationally-speaking, this is probably not the case as it's a fairly expansive old place and only 1 relatively small area has been affected, but one of the first things I felt like doing is making the short trip on the Tube to the station where the two branches of the Northern Line converge and surveying for myself exactly what has changed. My frustration at being thousands of miles and several months away from doing this is palpable.
It's odd that this event has made me feel both closer to and at the same time further away from home.
To the read the BBC news stories on the Camden fire, click here.
1 comment:
It's sad that this event makes you feel homesick, but most of what makes Camden special for you will still be there on your return.
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