Perhaps it's my choice of TV viewing but lately my thoughts have been turning to my childhood spent in Brixton, South London. A tour of the area courtesy of google maps shows a very different Brixton to the one where I grew up, still pockmarked by WWII bombsites in the early 1960s. Clicking on the little yellow man I attempted to recreate the walk I used to make from St John's Crescent to my friend Susan's home on Loughborough Road. First I crossed Wiltshire Road then I walked along Angell Park Gardens behind the church into Angell Road. I then snaked through the blocks of flats and through to Loughborough Road from where it was a relatively short hop to Elmore House. A longish walk for a little girl under ten years of age pushing a dolls pram, but the streets were safer then, or so we like to think. Susan never came to my house - my mum worked from home and didn't encourage playmates - and we had a snappy corgi dog which Susan didn't care for - and ...