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Saturday mornings when the Odeon was our babysitter

The Odeon on Hill Street had a queue round the corner most Saturday mornings. You paid your thruppence, grabbed a seat in the stalls, and spent three hours watching cartoons, serials, and whatever else the ABC Minors programming threw at you. The noise was tremendous. The sticky floors were legendary.

Richmond had youth clubs in church halls and Scout huts tucked behind the Green. They smelled of floor polish and biscuits. Table tennis in one corner, a record player in another. You turned up because your friends did, because it was somewhere to be that wasn’t home or school.

The Rose Theatre car park sits where the old Odeon stood. The Scout hut on Little Green is still there, though the one near the station became flats years ago. Petersham Road has roses blooming outside the houses now, the kind of neighbourhood detail you notice when you’re walking instead of queuing for a film.

Some of those Saturday mornings felt endless. Most of us wouldn’t mind one back.

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When George Street had room to breathe

Stand at the top of George Street in Richmond and you’re looking at tarmac. Rows of parked cars. A multi-storey. Nothing remarkable. Wind back a century and you’d be standing in a wide, open thoroughfare. No white lines. No ticket machines. Just cobbles, carts, and the occasional motor car still a novelty worth stopping to […]

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The places we keep coming back to

There’s a horse chestnut on Vineyard Passage that drops conkers every autumn. You might have climbed it once, or your children might climb it now. Either way, it’s still there. Richmond and its neighbourhoods hold these quiet anchors. The low wall outside the post office where you sat with a friend. The gap in the […]

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When the May Fair came to Richmond Green

Richmond Green once hosted a proper May Fair every spring. Stalls lined the edges. Coconut shies, sweet vendors, and a small carousel that squeaked as it turned. Children ran between the canvas tents while their parents queued for tea. The fair arrived the same week each year, usually when the hawthorn was in bloom. By […]

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The lights that never quite left

George Street dressed itself in strings of white bulbs last week, the kind that flicker just enough to feel generous without trying too hard. The switch-on happened on a Thursday evening, which meant you either caught it on your way home or you didn’t. Richmond’s Christmas lights have never been the sort that make headlines. […]

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The day Richmond Park went to the people

On a drizzly Saturday in October 1987, more than 20,000 residents walked through the gates of Richmond Park. They were not there to admire the deer or walk the Pen Ponds. They were there to stop a motorway. The park had been earmarked for a six-lane highway cutting from Kingston to Petersham. Plans showed slip […]

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