Sometimes I take the bus home from Woolwich to Sydenham rather than the train, to save money. The 112 bus passes right by a plaque marking the spot where Stephen Lawrence was attacked and died, on Well Hall Road in Eltham. There are always flowers there, in a ring around the plaque. They’re usually bouquets, left in their plastic wrappings. Sometimes they all seem to be dead and colourless. Today I saw that all the dead flowers were gone and a new ring of fresh flowers is forming; I don’t know who does that. The homes along Well Hall Road look a bit like houses in illustrations from fairy tale books of the 1920s and 30s. It doesn’t look like a road blighted forever by murderous ignorance.
