Always My Home.

A Memory of Barnes.

Barnes was the place no matter what year I grew up there from 1951 born in Cleveland rd, I remember the pond freezing over and walking to the Island slipping and sliding on the ice...floating my boat.. with my dad..feeding the ducks on a sunny warm day...most of the lovely trees have gone, the Island has changed its not wild looking anymore,school days at Lonsdale, and Stillingfleet school, I will return there once I have enough money to buy a house its my place full of happiness for me.