Do you have a special thinking place in your home, a place where you can ponder a difficult plot twist, work out a supper menu for guests or maybe chant a meditation mantra?
When I was a kid I used to escape to the end of our garden.
It was only a small garden but through my little eyes it was a long way from our
house. I used to sit on our swing and lose myself in the movement of the sky.
This is a much-cherished photo of that swing with my
big sister and me.
These days I have a few favourite places to sit in our house. A lot of
my writing is done at the dining table. It’s a substantial piece of furniture
which Mr A had made from old, oak floor joists. If we ever have to shift
it we’ll need an elephant and tackle.
For inspiration I sometimes sit halfway down the stairs. The
landing window looks out over the tops of the fir trees. I love that view...
even if it does make me feel a bit like Kermit’s nephew, [a TV Muppet Show
reference!]
The best view of all is from our bedroom window. The sun sets
behind a row of poplar trees and some evenings the colours are so amazing I can
hardly believe they’re real. This is my special place for a quiet thought, a
hope, a prayer...
...and now I have a new favourite place which takes me right
back to my childhood... only in a more sedate fashion. We’ve bought a garden
swing-seat.
I thought it would be an ideal place to get on with some
serious writing but there’s only one problem. This is the view...
Where’s your favourite place?
