Andrew Simpson

Now  I am revisiting Saturday morning pictures and in particular the Odeon at Well Hall . And as ever the memories came flooding back w...

An occasional series on what I miss about the place where I grew up.* Now I say lost but that would not be strictly true but thinking ...

An occasional series featuring buildings and places I like and painted by Peter Topping. The Barn, 2017 I am guessing we all have our...

I like the music of Leonard Cohen. Me in 1966 They are songs I dip into now and then. And today I want to reflect on the very f...

In the garden of 294 Well Hall, June 1964 Today I have descended into bit nostalgia for the Eltham of my youth. Now this is not s...

I can picture the poster now. It featured a guitar and a set of unlaced boots, was finely drawn in black ink resting on a white backgro...

Peck's meat and fish pastes were something I grew up with. They came in small glass jars and offered up a variety of tastes, from f...

An occasional series on what I miss about the place where I grew up.* Now when you leave the place you grew up and pretty much only go...

I can’t remember listening to The Dark End of the Street when it was released in 1967 and it was only years later that I came across it.* ...

Lost in the woods, 1977 Now Eltham was a pretty good place to grow up in the 1960s especially when you had come from Peckham. It was ...

This is the continuing story of one house in Well Hall Road and of the people who lived there including our family.* Now this was Dad...

This is the continuing story of one house in Well Hall Road and of the people who lived there including our family.* Well Hall Road, 2...

Our house today This is where we lived  in for thirty years. We moved into 294 Well Hall Road in March 1964 and while us kids slowly ...

Well Hall Road and our house 2014 The story of one house over a century and a bit.* 2015 was the birthday of the house we lived in ...

The thing about guide books is that they date so quickly.   But that can be what makes them so intriguing and that pretty much sums up ...

You never quite forget that mix of noise and anticipation which was Saturday Morning Pictures. It started when the manager asked if eve...

An occasional series on what I miss about the place where I grew up. Now I don’t do nostalgia.  It’s over rated and too often offers up...

Woolwich Common, 1970 Some memories stay with you and are as vivid now as they were then. I was sixteen, it was the summer of 1966 a...

This is the continuing story of one house in Well Hall Road and of the people who lived there including our family.* Now how we celeb...

Now I have been thinking about what made Well Hall and the Progress estate such a magical place when I was growing up in the 1960s. It ...