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”

Railway stations

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.

You must have been to at least one of the big railway stations in London. I love trains, do you? One of the biggest thrills I had when I was a las was going to a big railway sation and going up into the control room overlooking the station. I say room, but in fact it was more like a huge hall. It was very broad and deep, and it went right across all the platforms, but it was high above them and you could look down and see all the trains coming in and out, and all the people getting on and off the trains and so on.

When she was your age, I used to take your cousin Elaine to a railway station near us. It wasn't a great big sation, but there were polenty of trains coming and going. Some of the great big inter-city trains didn't stop there, but wen t right through at a hundred miles an hour. I had to hang on to little Elain as these trains came through. At such a high speed, they made a huge wind and if you weren't careful, you could be blwon over.

Going up to Scotland on the train from the North East is a fine thing - the tracks go very close to the coats and you can see the sea and the waves and rocks and ships and so on. And there's all the different bridges for me to tell you about.

But I shouldn't be talking about trains today, because I'm off in the car again tomorrow. I'm goiung to do some work and Nana Ann is coming by btrain to meet me, so we'll have a rare weekend together. So I'm off to bed early, because I'll have to be up very, very early in the morning.

Love from

Grandad Kit and Nana Ann