In Search of Oldton

Mazzy's bus stop is quite large, and a perfectly good spot for watching the world go by.

A lot of cars would buzz back and forth along this road since it connects the old village with the brush factory and the train station.

My dad would drive along here a lot on his way to and from work. But how could anyone guess, sitting at that bus stop, that the red car that had just passed by was perhaps this time only making a one way trip?

When the wind is in the right direction you can smell the cut timber in the yard down the road. When the wind shifts, you can smell the sea. When it shifts again, it is the smells of Oldton that Rob remembers that rise up on the air.

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