I moved to London area from up north when I was 18, I was in Middlesex at first, called the pioneer graveyard. I had a hard time as a young girl, only one old badtempered pioneer who thought working with me was meeting me at 5am to hand out watchtowers for 2 hours at the train station. UGGH!
Moved to foriegn congregation in scandinavia for one year, totally fantastic experience where everything was cool, laidback and different. Of course it could not stay like that and eventually it became like all the rest but it did attract loads of young people who became pioneers there. Many stayed. I met my husband and we went back to London, to Brixton/Peckham/Southwark area and we pioneered there. Again I can say that it was very different, loads of studies and lots of pioneers. Now when I think back and can see that there was nothing else for the brothers and sisters, we lived in relative poverty and in awful housing and the meetings and service was their life and ours. We had people come down to try it, but I remember one sister from bethel was scared of our territory, she felt like she was in a missionary assignment when she went out with us.
We moved back to scandinavia to help in the english circuit and were pioneers here, the numbers coming over tailed off before I left, but there were a lot joining spanish, chinese, arabic, turkish groups. We spent most of our time looking for names that just might indicate they spoke english. Waste of time.
