Warning: count(): Parameter must be an array or an object that implements Countable in /homepages/16/d520276057/htdocs/projects/whitesolstice/website/wp-includes/post-template.php on line 284

Story177

I never met my granddad, but have heard many tales about him. He was a Formby Postman all his life. He would go shrimping on the beach and during the war, caught hares to make jugged hare. He would take my mother (now 90) and her sister and brother on many walks to the beach were they would collect sea shells and paddle in the sea. Once a dead whale washed up on the beach, and we have a photo of him stood on top of it. I wish I had met him!