..London..

..like most people  my generation, I know most things about London, England..

.being part of the Commonwealth, we sang 'God Save the Queen' in school assemblies in the early 50's..and followed with rapture Princess Anne's progress throughout her teen years into adulthood..and Prince Charles was as near as a picture in our school bags...

..daughter in London..

..long before the internet, we were familiar with London's landmarks..seeing pictures of Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London and the Tower Bridge often enough, enabled us to recognise them at a glance..

..when the Beatles burst into the scene, it was easy to identify with their songs..as was Ferry Cross the Mersey..by Gerry and the Pacemakers..

..a little cove in Winchelsea, East Sussex..

..as a schoolboy, I learned where is Stratford-Upon-Avon and places like Northumberland..and later as a fumbling youth in KL, I continued reading about it..a mention of anything London, I can conjure images of it in my mind's eye..even the beautiful Lake District with its rolling hills..

.. as a junior clerk with the then Public Services Department at Federal House, KL, pens, papers, and clips were from London, ordered through the Crown Agents..

..now I have a daughter there..with two grandchildren and a son-in-law, Tom, .. and home for them is about a hour's drive north of London..and when she talks about taking the Tube to work everyday, I can visualise her journey..facebooking along the way on her Iphone..

yet, I have never step my foot on it..maybe I never  will..unlike most people I never had the opportunity to..not because for lack of opportunities..but because I never tried for those opportunities..as a youth, or  as a n adult..like the sand of Pantai Irama, Bachok, I let all those opportunities slipped through my fingers..

..maybe, one day I will make that journey..and set my foot on Trafalgar Square..and walk through Kew Gardens..or gaze up the Tower of London..and ride that double-decker..and take a ride on that black cab..or  take that ferry cross the Mersey from Liverpool on the  Wirral..or visit that little cove in Winchelsea..

..maybe..

..but no...there is another journey that I have to make first..a journey that I should have taken years ago..when I have the strength and the means..but I was so taken up by everything that was worldly to take heed.. of that soft whisper that beckons....for then, the ears hear what the soul doth not..and the eyes  see what the  heart doth not...

.. I am looking forward to that day..and I am saving my energy and resources for it..for I realised, in all humility, that not everyone can be His guest..for inasmuch as I seek His Forgiveness, I also seek His Consent...God willing...