London, specifically Dalston, E8. Now achingly trendy (and expensive) then a respectable working class area.
I didn’t stay there long, just six weeks later flew with my DM to Kuwait, a very long flight in pre-jet times and I was apparently the youngest baby to fly that route then.
I often think it was a huge undertaking for my mum, a London girl in her early 20s to fly thousands of miles with a tiny baby to join her husband of only a year or so. I was a honeymoon baby!