tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post4508132235335929542..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: This used to be my playgroundcarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-42234966981276516092013-08-19T15:08:01.508-04:002013-08-19T15:08:01.508-04:00Across the main road that ran through our village ...Across the main road that ran through our village and then a quick sprint along the backs of the terraced houses.<br />Past the two Julies, past Phillip and Paul's home, then on up the backs. Garages on one side and veiws of kitchens on the other, finally you get to the back of Brown Owl's home. And right across the junction are tennis courts (or there were anyway!), a bus shelter. a working men's club and the old village school~ now a hostel for walkers and campers. Nip round the corner and a swift right through the gate and over the cattle grid, then keep walking. <br />Past the garages, past the clapped out cars, on and up. Past Andrew's farm on your right, dip down and over the stream with its dry stone wall bridge (no time for fish dipping today). On up and up, then leave Brian's farm on your left and carry on.<br /> <br />Somewhere up here the road stops...then the track stops...somewhere around here the sound stops as well. Except for the gurgling noise of the fell streams, rising, discovering air and finally making their own way down the fell.<br /><br />Shh, can hear the birds...and nothing else.<br /><br />My playground<br />GCSomewhere round abouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11391426009807498307noreply@blogger.com