Memory Lane.

Mr. M. and I have just spent the last few hours clearing out the attic, ready for the builder tomorrow.

Old memorabilia has been under the eaves for literally years, ever since we moved into the house.

I was taken back down memory lane to find my old guitar. Bought for me by my late mum and dad (still in the North East) when I was a youngster, I never wanted to part with it, and it has travelled all over the UK and to Guernsey with me.

It brought back memories of my school days, playing at concerts and my bad attempt to learn to read music - which by the way, I never did.

We need to spend hours up there sometime to decide what to keep and throw away.