Comments on: travellers http://wendyhome.com/2008/07/01/travellers/ fictional reality from Reading town Wed, 08 Feb 2012 10:21:52 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Stephen king http://wendyhome.com/2008/07/01/travellers/comment-page-1/#comment-74478 Stephen king Tue, 01 Jul 2008 16:46:51 +0000 http://wendyhome.com/?p=1437#comment-74478 Oh how I remember the number 20 bus route. I would sit on the balconey outside my flat on Pepper Lane watching passengers aliting or dis-embarking off the bus. It was lovely to sit with a cool orange juice and watch the world & his wife go by. Just as nice was the cross town trip from my flat to work. A quick coffee in Caversham and a walk up the hill to the residential home I worked at. Now life is busy and I drive to work. Buses are crowed with commuters and its uncomfortable on a hot summers day. Oh how I remember the number 20 bus route.
I would sit on the balconey outside my flat on Pepper Lane watching passengers aliting or dis-embarking off the bus.
It was lovely to sit with a cool orange juice and watch the world & his wife go by.

Just as nice was the cross town trip from my flat to work. A quick coffee in Caversham and a walk up the hill to the residential home I worked at.

Now life is busy and I drive to work. Buses are crowed with commuters and its uncomfortable on a hot summers day.

]]> By: Mrs Pouncer http://wendyhome.com/2008/07/01/travellers/comment-page-1/#comment-74477 Mrs Pouncer Tue, 01 Jul 2008 09:09:11 +0000 http://wendyhome.com/?p=1437#comment-74477 Cintra Park! What memories that name bestirred in my heart! As a tiny child I would be taken to visit friends who lived in a huge Victorian pile on Christchurch Road (now, regrettably, made into several flats) and we would repair to Cintra Park to play rounders, to make daisy chains and to avoid the public lavatories. Always unaccompanied, our parents never feared for our safety, for everything was safe, happy and shrouded in a sort of rose-coloured cloud of bliss. Yes, even in Reading. At about 4 o'clock the great gong would sound for tea, and away we would scamper sure in the knowledge that a pikelet or a slice of lardy cake would be waiting. Golden days indeed. God bless us all. Cintra Park! What memories that name bestirred in my heart! As a tiny child I would be taken to visit friends who lived in a huge Victorian pile on Christchurch Road (now, regrettably, made into several flats) and we would repair to Cintra Park to play rounders, to make daisy chains and to avoid the public lavatories. Always unaccompanied, our parents never feared for our safety, for everything was safe, happy and shrouded in a sort of rose-coloured cloud of bliss. Yes, even in Reading. At about 4 o’clock the great gong would sound for tea, and away we would scamper sure in the knowledge that a pikelet or a slice of lardy cake would be waiting. Golden days indeed. God bless us all.

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