No. 3

Sefton Road

A long trip up to Manchester with Anya in the car and unsettled for much of the journey.

This is the house I grew up in, our family home, still 'home' in my mind. Mum and I walked past it today and the memories came flooding back.
The front door is still the same; the one Dad painted blue, the brass door handle that Dad attached. It felt strange to look at the house as somebody else's. I hope they have as many happy times there as we did growing up.

Tomorrow we're off to Greece and up at the crack of dawn so better get some sleep!
I'll be back blipping once I'm back most probably and might even get chance to catch up with the blip world at some point. Have a good week everyone :-)