The story focuses on three families. The Kinnear's, The Millsap's, and the Owen's. All different. They live very different lifestyles. Albert Kinnear the Librarian, who's parents came from Swindon but live in Pinetree Gardens, his father Jack is an engineer. He is a keen gardener and Pigeon fancier. Albert meets the daughter of Charlie and Elizabeth Millsap. They live on Kenton Road, in a bought property. He also is a pigeon man who has wangled his way into a chairman's job. he is a welder down the docks. No one is good enough for their daughter and they resent the relationship between Laura and Albert. Then there is William Owen(Willick) a roofing builder who lives in Cedarwood Avenue with two son's and a daughter. Alan is a jack the lad; he will sleep with any woman given the chance. Harry the youngest is a joiner and the brains in the family. Evelyn his daughter is twenty five and her father is pushing her to meet a man and get married so he can have grandchildren.


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The wake was held in his local club where all the pigeon fanciers from the North East came to pay their respects. When she finally left the wake she asked her mother if she wanted her to stay with her but Elizabeth Millsap said that she would be alright.

When they got home later that night Laura asked Albert if he would mind sleeping on his own until she had got over the death of her father. Albert went along with her wishes as he always did.’ Laura rang Bobby and told him the news and he wasn’t happy about not being there at the funeral. “I didn’t want to put you through the pain that I am feeling right now Bobby. That is why I never told you.’

“But Mother he was my grandfather and I should have been there.’

“I know son but it would have meant you travelling from Oxford in the car and I was worried that you’d crash the car because your mind would have been all over the place just like mine is at this moment. “Please forgive me Bobby, I did what I thought was right.’

“I want to come home mother; I want to visit his grave.’

“There is no grave my darling, your grandfather was cremated.’

“I still want to come home; I want to see gran.’

“Alright if you wish.’

“See you tomorrow mother; said Bobby then put down the phone.

Laura lay on the bed hugging her pillow she was exhausted she cried and cried until she could cry no more and drifted off to sleep.

Albert heard her in the next room he wanted to go to her to hold her and comfort her but Laura was not like that, she wanted to grieve alone.’ Albert left her and closed the bedroom door.

Bobby drove home and went straight to the cemetery to the garden of remembrance. He read all the labels on the flowers from people. There were dozens of them and it took him a good half hour to read them all. Charlie Millsap had been a good grandfather and had taken Bobby out each Saturday in the car to his allotment garden and pigeon loft. Charlie had taught him everything there was to know about breeding and racing pigeons. He also taught him about gardening along with his father. He said a silent prayer then promised his late grandfather that he’d take care of his birds and the garden. He then drove up to the allotment where he saw his grandfather’s friend Billy Boil known as “Blister” to all of his friends he had been taking care of Charlie’s birds since he’d died.

Bobby told him that he would come down to the garden each night if he could let the birds out during the day.

Are you still planning on racing them then?’

“Of course, I think my grandfather would have wanted me to take over don’t you?’

Yes, he always said that you’d be a champion pigeon fancier one day you know.’

Bobby laughed as he and Blister shared a cup of tea that he made from his grandfathers shed. He had all the comforts of home in that 20 x 12 feet shed. It had everything in there including bunk beds for two people, there was a sofa and an arm chair from and old suite he had brought down from the house in his mates wagon. Photos upon the walls of him and Blister. 

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