my oldton memory

Dear Tim

You may not remember this part of Oldton but I’m sure it exists.

There is a small coffee shop on a hidden side street. A lady called Shirley bakes her own chocolate brownies and serves you filter coffee from a never-ending pot. It is the sort of place where you can sit for hours scribbling in your notebook and no-one will disturb you.

This is not where the memory lives.

If you finish your coffee, say goodbye to Shirley and walk out of the shop you will notice that opposite there is an entrance to an alleyway. Go through the alleyway and walk up the steps (there are quite a few). This will take you to the very edge of Oldton. There are a few houses but walk past them until you find yourself walking up a hill.

On the top of the hill is where the memory lives.

Allinson J (HLaSS)