...... I've deleted all the writing before 2013 .... it was looking like wallpaper you get too used to passing ... anyway the clouds are rolling again, and the grey mists on the shoreline are gradually moving in. Someone asked me when I left Lytham .. I never left. I travelled all over the world, Davao, Trincomalee, Warri, Sapele, and my forefathers remained in St. John's and St. Cuthbert's .. waiting. …. but for 200 yrs before that they lived in Bolton .. railwaymen, blacksmith, iron foundry stoker, drinking in the Olde Man and Scythe, clattering down Haulgh, Tongue Fold, Breightmet, then I turn up and drink in the Sweet Green Tavern and meet Hovis Presley and John Jelly ... then my son dies .. is he with you lads ? ... does that blacksmith fashion a bell to ring out your passing ? 2.8.18 ... ..... it's your birthday tomorrow 3.8.82 ... I'll come back and write something .. your friends are playing your music on Platt fields .. will you be there ? ......
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