Dad said, "We're going for a ride on the bus." "Ride to where," I
thought excitedly. I remember waiting in the bus station; people going
about their business. The bus we got on was huge, with room for at
least a hundred people, with plenty of room.
It was a cold, windy evening. I sat at the front so I could see out of
the window. Bright lights were heading towards us. It seemed as though
we had been travelling for hours. The bus stopped a few times to pick
people up, on the way. A man got on and sat down near to us.
"Hello, young'un," he said. I was too frightened to answer; he was
tall and wore a flat cap and an overcoat. Dad said, "Don't worry son,
this is your uncle Roger. He's an old mate of mine."
Uncle Roger. "I didn't know I had an Uncle Roger." To me, he could
have been the man in the moon. They seemed to talk forever, probably
about old times.
"We're nearly there," said Dad. There was a sign ahead: "Welcome to
I've never heard of the place. When the bus stopped we all got off. We
headed towards this big spooky looking house at the end of the road;
it wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie. A sign in the window
said: "Welcome to Latrigg house, vacancies."
Dad rang the bell. It seemed as though no one was home, when suddenly
the door opened. There was an old lady standing there. "Hello Bill,
what brings you to Keswick?" she said. Bill is my Dad. "I thought I
would treat the bairn to a ride out, so here we are."
"Come in, before you catch cold," she said. Once inside the old lady
said, "Come here and give me a big hug." I looked up at my Dad,
confused, I thought to mys...
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...I heard a voice; "There's nothing in there for you." It was
my Nana, back from the shop.
I started crying. "I was only looking, I saw you go in there last
night but didn't see you come out." I'd only known my Nana for five
minutes and already getting told off.
"Don't cry, I'll show you what's inside." She put the light on and to
my surprise there was a huge bed and a wardrobe. We've barely got any
room under our stairs at home.
As time went by, Dad said. "Well son, we'll have to go and catch the
bus home." Nana came to see us off; she gave us both a kiss. "Don't
forget where I live." She said.
I only saw my Nana a few times after that she died in June 1978. When
I visit Keswick now, I make a point of going to see my Nanas house. It
feels strange seeing the house knowing that my Nana isn't there
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