Town Hall

My Dear Fellow,

This rather grand 1930's building with impressive brass doors is Bridlington town hall.

I remember walking through these gardens with me nan when I was little. We'd be on our way to the shops, and I'd be hanging on to her arm and trying to get her to hurry uuuuuup when she'd got nattering to one of her mates.

Today we walked through it with my dad back to his little house. His eyesight is still bad and Er Indoors held his hand to guide him home.

I flashed back, and saw him in my mind's eye as little Tommy, a wee scamp of a lad full of mischief, pulling on HIS nana's hand.

And my heart overflowed and broke a little at the same time.

Parsones