I took this photo outside a local grocer's in Dagenham. Nice and colourful and just love the plastic bowls, what you see you can buy.
I even found that there were ducks swimming on the local River Rom, despite the muddy look of the water. The River Rom flows through the town of Romford, so I assume that is where it got its name from. Nice to see that there are some nature areas amongst the urban environment.
Romford is the best place to do any shopping and I found they are extending and developing, building new stores and centers. One is called the Brewery and they even had a balcony where I could take a few photos of Romford from above. Not exactly picturesque, mostly parking lots and buildings.
This shopping area was known as the Brewery, so I assume that a brewery once stood on this site.
In any case I at last found a Sainsbury super market where I stocked up on various english biscuits to take home (custard creams, bourbon, fig rolls and garibaldi). Also bought a large box of Quality Street sweets, my oldest son likes them.
And here is a glimpse Southwards from the Dagenham Heathway. In the far distance you can see one of those windmills for electric energy. This is actually situated near the Ford motor works, the one time plant supplying work for the population. It was for this reason that mum and dad decided to move to Dagenham when the houses were demolished in Bethnal Green as dad would not have such a long way to travel to work. Ford is still there, but only on a small scale.
All good things come to an end, as did my week in London. It was great to see my dad and find he was keeping well under the circumstances. He does not trust himself to go out any more (danger of falling), but he is still able to have a good argument and have his opinions on the daily affairs. His hobby seems to be Sudoku (which I am absolutely no good at). He has a super neighbour that shops for him and generally looks in to see how he is. His washing is cared for (service wash - picked up and brought when finished), his food is delivered and he has a cleaning lady once a week. Of course I still worry about him being on his own, but there are things in life that cannot be changed. Luckily I can call him on the phone (skype) as often I want to, although he tells me things are just the same and not to worry.
On my way to the airport on Wednesday morning I had plenty of time, so my friend dropped me off at my dad's for last farewells and picked me up an hour later. I arrived at London City airport in good time and felt safe and secure to see these two gentlemen. Did not want to get closer for the photo, in case they saw me and arrested me for terrorist reasons.
I was flying Swiss, but my plan was at the end of the boarding gates, so no good perspective for a photo. However, this BA plane was just inviting me to take a photo. So this is my last blog about my visit to England, same place next year, but perhaps not same time.