Back to my former dumping ground.

So, I am here in Medway where I spent my life between 10 and 19 years old. Having luckily escaped these horrible parts for a new life in South Cambridgeshire some years ago I can clearly see why it is that I am so proud of living there. Did I really grow up in this area? This place is bloody awful these days but nonetheless it's jolly good to see my mother and stepfather again. Its my opinion that there isn't really much that is nice to photograph around these parts but maybe my troubled (not in the way you think!) past makes me somewhat biased. This is the view from the end of my mothers close. I know, it is a river but don't let it fool you. It's not the Cam where people go punting but the River Medway where people dump their old motorbikes and shopping trolleys etc! I think I prefer the streets of Cambridge. Was so uninspired as to what to blip here in Medway but had some consolation that the sun was shining and it was nice and hot during our charity shop rummage along Rochester High Street.