grandad kit

Thank you for reading my blog. If you have difficulty seeing your grandchildren, or have any views about my situation, I would welcome your messages by e-mail through this blog site. If you wish, just use a first name or a nickname and your identity will be protected, like mine – “Grandad Kit.”

Dear “Tom”

Catching a boat

I am you other grandfather, the one you have never met. You are three years old, and although I have never met you, I love you dearly and always will. You are my flesh and blood, and always will be. We will meet one day, I am sure. I am writing this daily "blog" to you to make up for the fact that I can't speak to you right now. I hope that one day you will be able to read this.

I've always wanted to go to the Isle of Man. Well, tomorrow I'll be there for the first time - I'm catching the boat tonight. We sail at two o'clock in the morning, so I won't get much sleep! The Isle of man is an island in the middle of the Irish Sea, between England and Ireland. It's a very unusual place. For a start, it has its own parliament that's even older than our own parliament in London. It has its own laws and its own money.

Every year there hold motorbike races on the Isle of Man, and lots of people go there to watch the races and ride in them. They race all round the island on the normal roads, so it's nothing like racing round a track. When I was a boy and I was ill and had to spend a lot of time in bed, I used to listen to these races - they are called the TT Races - on the radio. It was very exciting. I used to imagine the motorbikes going very fast round all these sharp bends in the raods. Now I'll be able to see the oads for myself, although the TT races for this year - and it's the 100th anniversary - have just finished.

I'll send you a postcard.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann