Isleworth

A Memory of Isleworth.

My first memory is watching the tide come in by the London Apprentice. As it got dark the reflected lights and sound of lapping water. Sometimes walking from Kew Bridge and getting the ferry across. Later on sitting on the seat by the graveyard railings with different girl friends, and again watching the tide before going into the London Apprentice for a drink. I remember one afternoon in December in the fifties cycling through Syon Park at dusk and arriving to once again look at the river. There was no one around and although young I found it an incredibly powerful experience.