David Moran Aged Ten
In the old warehouse it was a quite mysterious place. It wasn’t very light. It was grey in colour. The staircase was like a spiral staircase. It held such a great weight I was very surprised when I saw that there wasn’t even a little sug in the roof. In the new warehouse the jute came from India and Pakistan was like a big mountain against my small size. It was easy to set alight. It held more jute than anything else. It also held tinned tomatoes, wool, woodpulp, acetate for fertilizer, and currants. It was a bright place and the walls were light in colour. The men unloading the barge were solemn and skilful. They didn’t talk for the sake of talking, they talked when necessary. They wouldn’t let anything interfere with their work. Under the old warehouse the horses used to pull a pully in an arch. They just walked up and down. It would have taken me all day to really study the complete place.