This all began due to a news paper item.

My friend Bill loves his daily paper, it comes before everything else, while giving it a quick look through, his eye caught the heading of a story it was about a young woman who had decided to move house from the City of London to live in the countryside. A story which was being written by a journalist who had decided for some reason to take this long step (gosh) from there to here, to my part of this Country to my home town or rather my little village by the sea. Well at the time he pushed the paper under my nose, I was busy cooking the lunch so it was only a cursory glance to begin with however when I managed to get a minute of spare time I decided to give it another look, Her story, quite interesting I thought, however nothing at all like the real thing.

The real thing well I have to say I believe it takes more than five minutes to discover the meaning of life in the Country. I said to myself in a very loud voice and of course to Bill, in a more loud voice and to any body else in the vicinity, if this young women could write about the countryside then so could I There began the writing Game, now no longer a game it had become a fact it has now become a full blown Saga.

When it began I have to admit, I wondered what I could possibly write about, I could hardly begin to think of anything interesting at all and decided I would have to sit down when I had a minute to spare and have what I call, a big think.”

How surprising it was as once I began to concentrate all the multitude of things I began to remember I soon realised not all memories are pleasing, but there it is not all are bad the good
with the not so good as they say. I had begun the story and found I just had to go on.
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I must admit at first I was stumped I just did not know where to go where to start I had never written any thing like this before it was a case of here there and every where, I know one would say, begin at the beginning. However, tell me, where is the beginning?
I also had to think, could I write something that might be of interest, especially good enough to read, would someone want to read about me and all the other children when we were youngsters, growing up here in our little village, in those years before the second world war and some of the years following, what we did where we went, things we planned, our great ambitions, oh yes, we
too had ambitions amazing ones I might add once we got going.