Yesterday, well it’s past midnight so I suppose I’d better call it yesterday, I had to go to a Prison Service Chaplaincy meeting at a Christian conference centre in what used to be a very dodgy part of London down the end of Cable Street. The place was called St Katherine’s and not far from the dock of the same name. Just across the river is Jamaica Road where my Granddad lived before he ran away to sea. For years I’ve meant to find where Granddad was born and brought up and go there but never done it. Just before I left yesterday I suddenly thought of it again and quickly looked up the address, grabbed an old photo of him as a little boy with his mum and dad in about 1890 and after the meeting I found Keeton’s Road but not no. 74 where he was born. It’s all been knocked down and rebuilt, including the old Peek Freans biscuit factory. Never mind, but here’s the photo if you’re interested. By the way, although Granddad might be a bit surprised to know what I’m doing he must have seen Buddhist monks about a hundred years ago. I have ageing postcards he brought back from Burma.