After all these years, it is still there on the edge of the fells, open to the winds and driving snow in the Winter, very bleak, an appropriate name. We lived with my Nana and Grandad at number 13, what an address 13, Bleak Terrace, sounds like something in one of those sinister horror films. But we were very happy there, an amazing place for kids in those days, all the fells to play on with no thought of danger
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