July 7th – The sunset was the culmination of a glorious golden hour.
Birmingham and Aston shone and shimmered in the gathering dusk.
A train caught the sky and was golden: Britannia fought a pitched battle on the former hotel roof with the TV antennas. The skylines and canal spoke of quiet dignity, worship and daily life.
I spent many hours as a young man in these streets, on the canals and at this station. The ghosts that haunt me here are not scary, or hostile, but warm and comfortable like enveloping sheets of memory.
My place, my past, present and future.