Bunch of kids on their bicyles pass the gates of the old overgrown disused house, chains on the gates and whispered stories of the ghosts that reside there. Rumours have built over the years and passed down in the local community, but the grandparents refuse to talk of it and nervously either dismiss the rumours as ridiculous, or deny that they remember anything about its history.
Last summer, during a warm late afternoon, the kids bike squeels to a halt. The three other kids skid to a halt behind the first, and the small group stare open mouthed at the gates. The chains are broken and the gate is slightly ajar, the ivy and creepers preventing it opening further.
I was one of those boys.
If you saw inside Open All Hours and The Trading Post you would see updates and releases and general dealer queries - really boring stuff. Dealers, remember, don't have the imagination that we have