Monday 16th June 2014.
Sorry but I posted this by mistake on Restawyle.
Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
My Abode and Dwelling.
Today my mother woke me and my brothers and surprised us by saying we were going out. Dad was to take us to a safari park. So we were to get ready, and this meant the usual, a good wash, clean behind the ears, clean clothes and breakfast.
My brothers and I ran about the house, excited to be going out, this was a rare thing for our family as we were not a wealthy family. The three bedroom house mostly seemed to be plenty large enough for us, but when all us kids are rushing about trying to get ready we would keep bumping into each other and like all kids keep moaning about it. Up the stairs I would run, into my bedroom, rummage through my clothes drawer settle for something, put it on and then be out by my front gate and waiting. Dad was checking the oil level in his car. Our garden was a nice size, my dad grows fruits, gooseberry and strawberry and blackcurrant and sweet corn. While at the same time there was room for us kids to play around in. I fell in love with small apple tree near our back door, here was the kitchen and mum often watched us through the kitchen window. This apple tree became an important part of my life in later years.
While waiting for mum to finish off getting the picnic and drinks I stood at the gate and looked up and down the road, a small private road, with thirty two houses. Ours a semi detached, but there a mix of four house terraced as well. I loved this house and place we lived, a village in the south with a huge mix of characters. We had to deal with animals wandering the village, horses, cows and donkeys, they were mostly friendly. There was the odd bad tempered one. I then started thinking of the long haired highland cow that frightened the daylights out of me.
Dad had finished the service of his car, and I was now joined by my older brother. He was more excited than me. We all helped load the car with the food and drinks and mother made sure she had the boiled sweets for us kids. Shortly after us three kids and mother and father was on our way. We headed along the short road and turned onto the main village high street, through the watersplash and turned left onto the main road and was now heading out of our village. Dad had to brake when he came upon a herd of horses walking along the side of the road. Always had to be alert because these horses would just walk out in front of the cars. There were quite a few deaths of horse every year, and sometime the occupants of the car were killed. This time of year deer were a problem, especially at night. They would jump the fencing and run across the road in large herds, following each other in a line. The forestry commission fitted many reflectors to the fence posts, they were angled so as to reflect car lights into the woods. This often deterred the deer from jumping the fencing, keeping the road clear.
Another animal that lost its life regularly on the side of the road was rabbits, also coming out at night and they always followed the grass verges.
Gaa/C© 16th June 2014