Sitting in an English Garden Waiting for the Sun

Every time I listen to I am the Walrus, I think about this rose garden in London. While my mom was working, my dad and my brother and I used to sit in the garden eating crackers and cheese and my dad would eat kippers. Unlike The Rainbow Goblins, the internet has not helped me find what it is called (my parents can’t remember either). It’s on the river near a bridge and it is right beside a church where the bells chime every hour.

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