In living colour

It’s been exactly a year since my mum passed away. So, today I decided to see where her life started - here in Britain, at least - and visit the Port of Tilbury. That’s where my mum, her brother and her mum landed after a 21-day journey from Bombay that spanned three continents, two oceans, and one Christmas Day.

She was only 6 years old.

And as I stood there, in the whipping cold and rain, taking these photos, I wondered how she must have felt, stepping onto soggy British soil and into grey January skies.

It’s a colourless place, Tilbury, but it was a colourful life, lived mostly here in Britain. She called it ‘The Promised Land’, and you can read about her arrival in her own words here.