1) Climbing up the foot of my parents bed, squeezing between them at some ungodly hour of the morning then spending most of the time poking my dad's eyelid open with my thumb to see if he was really asleep.
2) Picnics on the moors with a flask of tea, beef paste sandwishes, bags of KP crisps and my mum's special canvas fold out chair.
3) Photograph albums full of various relatives stood in front of their cars.
4) Washday, also known as 'Mangle Monday' when, during school holidays, I was tasked with turning the handle while my mother fed and my brother held the basket.
5) My father's shot gun, displayed on the arch above the dining table.
6) A blackbird's nest in the bush by the shed with five bright yellow, expectant mouths reaching up like ceramic pie funnels.
7) Picking pretty flowers that turned out to be thistle heads.
7) Picking pretty flowers that turned out to be thistle heads.
8) The ceramic dray horse and barrels that stood on my great uncle's hearth, and his collection of old frying pans in case anyone needed a coal skuttle mending.
9) A jack russel who used to like to ride in the wheelbarrow.
10) The smell of my dad's shed, the sawdust under the lathe, the petrol for the strimmer, creosote and PVA.
9) A jack russel who used to like to ride in the wheelbarrow.
10) The smell of my dad's shed, the sawdust under the lathe, the petrol for the strimmer, creosote and PVA.
