One thing’s for sure, there is never a dull moment at Potters Fields.
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My Dad did his National Service in the East Surrey Regiment, joining the Army Band and signing up for an extra 5 years. He once told me that he would make extra money by polishing everyone else's boots too.
This skill he passed on to me. There's something therapeutic about polishing shoes and it will always remind me of my Dad.
Love you Dad xxxx
There is an old guy, I assume homeless, who always sits on the North West side of Tower Bridge. He sits and watches the world go by and offers everyone a toothy smile. He sports a rather impressive, if unkempt beard and never annoys or harasses.
I know not his name or his circumstance. I wish him well in his simple but hard life. Be safe, happy bearded man.