My late father arrived in London, Peckham in the early 1960s with my uncle Hecter. For the first time in London they embarked on a journey on a double decker bus, which must have been fascinating having lived in Jamaica, St Elizabeth all their young lives. As the bus started to drive off my uncle Hecter who was seated beside my dad on the top deck stood up urgently. When asked what was wrong, Hecter replied he was going to sit downstairs as there was no driver on the upper deck! My dad was full of antidotes like this, I suppose having to navigate a vast city was an adventure but also took courage and this was his way of dealing with it.

-Donna, London, Beckhenham