dormitory suburb of North London thanks to the LNER East coast main line.
Whilst I was in my pre teens there were still vestiges of the old country ways of life visible but the realtors and developers - scum - quickly assimilated these overgrown pastures, watercress meadows and arable land plus old farms and the influx of new inhabitants put paid to the old folk in short order abs incidentally the aging aristocracy got short shrift too.
Slowly but surely this broke my heart and one of the reasons I liked to go for long walks in the woods with Alex and Bruce dog was because the rot hadnt spread much past about half a mile alongside the A10 mostly on the West slope of the Lea valley
One of my reasons for coming Stateside was that I had no previous experience of it to be spoiled the way my home town had been, so to cut a very long and not entirely sad story short, I began to weld all my happy memories in pictures and words into the various stories I have been writing to amuse Sarge whose appreciation is my reward.
As mentioned recently then, my stories are both allegorical and semi autobiographical and yes Paul the characters of the Hertfordshire country folk were pretty much as described for Brythan a very poor alias for my once beautiful country which was raped by realtors and the Labour government out of sheer vindictiveness (in my opinion) because Herts was once the home of the East India Companys nabobs and in my opinion they kept it stable and prosperous for longer than most counties because industry took a back seat to agriculture.
I could say a lot more but hope this helps
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