Jimmy did his final packing and closed up the bag. The family were going on holiday which he was really looking forward to. He loved the places his father and mother selected because they were generally unusual and this year was no exception. The website showed a Station house, a railway platform and a Waiting room which had been converted into a holiday cottage. Although the trains no longer thundered through the station it was a place he felt would offer such adventures.
Jimmy stepped out of his bedroom onto the landing. He assumed his role of Agent Holmes and checked the stairs for lasers.
Jimmy Holmes lived with his mother and father and baby sister. They are comfortably off but winning the lottery would come in handy or at least that was what his father would say every time his numbers did not come up. Jimmy loved his family and he loved the village he lived in. Jimmy was the kind of boy who could spend hours on his own making up the most incredible adventures. His friends would come round and join in but would soon get bored but Jimmy could play for hours.
‘Let’s watch telly,’ said Paul, Jimmy’s best friend.
‘Why?’ asked Jimmy.
‘Because I’m cold and I want to go inside,’ he said shivering. The boys had been out on the moors overlooking the village for several hours playing in the snow. Jimmy has suggested that they were great explorers like Scott and that they were searching for the Pole.
‘What pole?’ asked Paul.
‘Any pole! Who cares? We are famous and the eyes of the world are on us,’ said Jimmy enthusiastically.
‘I’m going home,’ said Paul and off he traipsed.
The snow had long gone and Jimmy was now beginning the big holiday; he had six glorious weeks of adventures and to top it all the family were all going to Staward where they would stay in a cottage which had once been a Victorian Waiting Room.
Jimmy had been asked if he wanted to take a friend with him but he had declined. If he took Paul he would only want to play on his play-station and not go on adventures. Jimmy was aware the nearest town to the cottage was several miles away but that didn’t bother him.
‘Jimmy have you packed?’ shouted his mother up the stairs.
‘Nearly!’
‘Get a move on, we are leaving shortly.’
Jimmy looked out of his window and saw his father packing and re-packing the boot of the car. His dad was very particular everything had to be just right. Jimmy picked up his journal. He kept a record of all his adventures and this holiday was going to be no exception.




This is the start of the story. I have attempted several starts.