An afternoon in New Scotland Yard

I had not been arrested and neither was I being interviewed about nefarious deeds in the parish. I was there because I needed an ID card for when I turn up at Wandsworth Police Station for meetings of the Independent Advisory Panel.¬†Getting through security was an enjoyable version of negotiating the similar systems at Heathrow- everyone was good humoured and friendly, partly no doubt¬†because the security team considerably outnumbered its sole customer. I did need to convince them though that I really did have nothing on me apart from a passport and a set of keys and I really wasn’t trying to smuggle a minute mobile phone into the building!

3 thoughts on “An afternoon in New Scotland Yard

  1. Memories. My first introduction to the C of E was when my parents, my brother and I moved from Streatham in 1948 to a flat at 4 Mastin House, Merton Road. My parents were not of the religeous type but thought it would be nice for my brother and I to go to Sunday School. St. Barnabas Church was conveniently situated just over the road and here began my association with the C of E. It didn’t take long before my brother and I were inducted into the choir where we sang every Sunday. My first wage packet, after 3 months signing amounted to 5 shillings, a lot of money for a 6 year old. I located your church and the flats where I had previously lived on Google GPS, and note that the name of Mastin house has been changed. When I was 9, in 1953 both my brother aged 10 and I were both baptised in St. Barnabas Church. It was in the same year we moved from London to Westfield, a small village 5 miles outside of Hastings in Sussex. I continued singing in a choir in Westfield until I was 14. Life changes and up to 1974 I served in the RAF after which I moved to Norway where I have lived ever since. It was nice to see that St. Barnabas has survived the years without it being either knocked down or turned into a refuge for “strays”
    Kind Regards
    Gordon Ferguson
    Spikkestad
    Norway

  2. Further to my “Memories”, I see that the name Mastin House still applies, so that also has stood the test of time.

    Gordon Ferguson
    Spikkestad
    Norway

  3. Lovely to hear from you Gordon. I would have responded earlier but have been away! It is so good to hear from people who have been involved here and so far you are the furthest afield. As you can see from the site we have changed a few things – the old wooden chairs were getting a bit creaky- but have tried to keep the catholic spirit going. Yesterday we had an event celebrating local produce, which along with fruit juice from windfalls and home baking also included beer brewed in Kimber Road.
    Best wishes,
    ian

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