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Whilst in the shower this morning, I don’t know if it was the sound of water hitting the hard surface, but a memory vividly came to mind. I was about eight or nine years old, we had spent the entire day up at the beach in Mrs Brassingtons house. It was an amazing house overlooking the cove,  in the huge glass window over looking the beach, lighthouse and sea she had a telescope in the window. She also had a huge greenhouse where she grew all her vegetables, Dad was painting the house at the time, myself and my sister spent the whole day playing about in her vast garden. When my mother came to pick us up, a torrential downpour occured, we rushed for cover in the car and she drove us back in to town. She stopped in the port, outside my grandmothers house as she wanted to pop by. It was still raining, but I and my sister jumped out of the car and ran for cover in rather large square entrance of my uncles warehouse. He used to keep his boat there, one he had been working on for as long as I can remember, there was always saw dust on the floor, and the smell of hot wood which had just been worked on. It was a rather large boat about 25ft or so, so you can imagine how large the warehouse was. It always puzzled me how he would get the boat out, as there was a large slated roof on top of the warehouse which didn’t look like it was going anywhere anytime soon. Anyway the entrance to the warehouse lay about 3ft off the floor and there were no stairs to help you up. The entrance lay about 2ft deep in the thick stone wall, and at the entrance lay a large red wooden door, which would slide backward and forwards when required. The rain was falling hard, and both our hair was dripping wet. It thundered, and I remember thinking about that old trick where you start counting the seconds from when the flash occured to the frightening loud crash. I remembered that you needed to count in thousands – one, one thousand, two one thousand. I think i got up to about nine or ten. The sound of the thunder made me feel so small and  insignificant, and I remember turning my awe eyes on to admire this amazing spectical so that I could remember it for the rest of my life.