Once upon a Saturday morning, early morning driving down, me and my brother in
the back, my mum and dad in the front. Long line of Saturday shoppers sitting in
their cars, all going the same way slowly. Finally we arrive, first my dad finds parking
space. Then me and Simon running up the big steps to the entrance, racing each
other up the stairs, past the fishes on the way to the Watchgroup monthly meeting.
Sometimes we had some dead animal or other that we had found. Some already
frozen from being in the freezer at home, others not. All waiting for Eric, the
taxidermist, to put in one the freezers which stood in a long line behind the scenes.
When the meeting was over then we could look around. Glass cases full of
butterflies, birds and other animals. The fish in the entrance hall that if you put your
finger on the glass, he’d come for a nibble. The Northumberland Wildlife Trust
Christmas fair, a big black bear, my stall, guess his weight. Home made fudge being
sold by my mum next to me. Fun, it was always fun.