From The Whistler archives …

Audio Terrorists

I’d lived in Buckingham Road, West Hill one week and five years before I moved away to more southern climes last month, way beyond St Nicholas Church, down, down the long hill towards the briney.

For my last contribution to the dear old Whistler I want to talk about neighbours. Five years and one week is a long time in one flat and, on the neighbour front, not without its trials. But all in all I think we did pretty well. We had lots of fun, shared a few meals and a few beers, the odd barbecue, an occasional party and it was always nice to run into one another and chat. Continue reading West Hill Memories →