The Opening of Skellig.

When our old, battered blue van pulled into Falconer road, we stepped onto the dusty street ."Ta da" exclaimed Dad, raising his arms up as if he was trying to hug that battered, dirty, ancient and dilapidated wreck of a house .In fact it was so battered you could mistake it for a landfill. "What do you think?" he asked nervously .

I replied "It looks like its about to fall down." I replied

"Trust me," answered Dad, he was always a positive man. "Nothing is about to fall down here." As the "For Sale" sign fell at our feet.

We walked down the old, battered pathway as scuttling and crunching noises that we heard under our feet got louder.

"Is that a rat!?" Squealed Mum.

No-one replied. As we opened the rotten door to the dilapidated house, a river of cockroaches ran past our feet.

"Oh dear God" I muttered as the river of the tough, hard insects ran past my feet. Mum went to explore while Dad kept on saying some junk about "See it in your mind's eye."