I am, or was, a Londoner. Lezards have lived there for centuries (not many – about two of them).
I would take my children to the top of Parliament Hill and announce the view, the vast panorama ‘that is your town, and wherever you live, it always will be’.
I couldn’t see the point of other towns. East Finchley, where my parents lived, was too far out for me. Harpenden, where my in-laws lived, might as well have been the Gobi. Circumstances drove me,
