A memory
I have been tagged by red haired runner and writer Preseli Mags for a meme on memory. Memories are a blur and a swirl. I try to pick something out, make something emerge from the mist. My brother's trainset, a Hornby train, the track secured to a big board. Paul had two trains with their sets of carriages, painted in brown and cream. We used to play a lot together, my brother and I. We lived up on the edge of the moor and went to school across town so we didn't really know the few local children who lived further down the common. We spent hours up on the moors and out on the common whenever the days were fine, but sometimes, it being the Pennines, rain streamed down the window and we hung around moaning that we didn't know what to do. My mother wouldn't let us say we were bored but she was good at coming up with projects which would take us a while. I only understood when I had children of my own that there was an element of self intere...