Sometimes we have to look beyond life. Blur our vision a little and then see what we can see.
This is where my childhood adventures started. This is where I used to play, in the dene, next to my childhood home. I feel lucky to have grown up here. Maybe this is where my love affair with nature started too. I still live close to the dene, I still visit it, and the fields that surround it. And I feel that I belong, in the peace and the solitude.
…..following my heart, following my dreams. Before the earth sleeps I will cross the fields and take more photographs. And this is a beautiful time of the year to do it. Crops being harvested, autumn colours starting to creep in. There is almost a feeling of calm, the earth has sighed, another year is nearly over, time to rest. But for some of us the journey goes on. The search for enlightenment continues.
I took a walk across the fields tonight. In the golden hour, although I was a little late getting out so missed it slightly. Happiness is when walking across the fields. The quiet, the closeness to nature, the evening light. The corn is ready to be harvested and there is a mellowness in the air, the feeling that summer is over and now is the time for the earth to rest and contemplate.
Its not often I like photographs taken of me but I had to include this self portrait. This is me at my happiest, at one with nature.
My mam doesn’t like her photograph taken. She would only sit in the chair with her back to me whilst I took a mother and daughter portrait. She asked to look at the photograph and then told me that I was very naughty. She loves me really.
This is the house I grew up in. My mam always stands at the door to wave goodbye. Love you, miss you. Her words to me as we hug and I leave. I was 6 when we moved here. She was 42. Now she’s 88.
Every week we went on picnics in the summertime. Kids around would come and say, “Are you going to the picnic?” “Yes.” And you either got a bottle of lemonade or water, whatever, and took that with you. And sandwiches, you know, and things like that. And go off through the, what we used to call the meadows, they call them fields now, and go to different places. Neddy’s well, there was a place called Neddy’s well. At Neddy’s well there was a natural spring. And the natural spring, my dad used to go there and you could get watercress. And then he used to go across the bridge and down into the field, across from our house, and pick mushrooms. But now from what I can gather its all built up with houses. Well along that what they called the cinder path that’s the way I used to go to school. Over the bridge, down the cinder path and up to the railway station. Over the railway bridge and the school was there on the right hand side. It was what was called a Church of England endowed school. That meant that the church paid for the school where the church never paid for the Catholic school, the Catholic people had to look after their own. And they used to go round their parishioners tocollect money off them to look after their church, the Catholics did. I mean we used to collect money but we didn’t collect it like they did, you know go around the houses. I used to deliver the church magazine at one time. In one of the magazines, but I don’t think I have one, its got my name in. It says about people who delivered the magazines and its got my name in.