I was born in London, but I have no family in this country.
My mother and I departed English shores soon after my birth aboard an ocean liner bound for Cape Town, South Africa. At the age of 20 I returned to England. I felt that I hadn't been granted sufficient time to properly acquaint myself with the country of my birth, and needed to make amends. I had no plans, just a few names and addresses scribbled on bits of paper, along with visions of distant shores and the excitement of travelling someplace new.
A few years passed before I came to realise that my home no longer resided in South Africa. Instead, it appeared to be located here in England, in a small village on the outskirts of London. I had made new friends, and they made me laugh. I thought that was important.