Takes me back

I can remember when I was at junior school, so about 7 or 8, and I would walk to my grandparents after school two days a week. I walked across the railway bridge and I just loved it when a train passed under. Didn’t even have a house phone never mind mobile so my mum would not know where I was until I arrived home later with my grandmother. Things were different then.
Lovely walk up the hill behind the village and lunch at top, then a beer back in the village mid afternoon. Perfect weather.