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A rare weekend to be shared with Curly Boy, no plans, no distractions, usual chores, but they can wait. “What shall we do then… you and me?” I ask him, expecting the usual suggestions.
“Let’s just drive,” he laughs, “we could go to France, get on a boat…”
“We could…” my mind racing over the details of the spreadsheet imprinted on the inside of my eyelids… income, expenditure. Little room for manoeuvre on these shores, let alone ABROAD.
He shuffled off to bed, leaving me a-Googling. St Malo, Zeebruge, Dublin, Caen… Dunkirk! £17 day return! An adventure for under £20 (yes I know there’s fuel on top) but adventure on foreign shores for £17? All I need now is a hi-vis jacket, warning triangle, first aid kit, fire extinguisher and I’m sorted.
Well summer is really over. We had a second week away, this time in Llangranog in Wales. Great beach. Why do I live so far from the sea?
I’m back at work and getting into the swing of things after a pretty idle summer, if I’m honest. I find it hard to get on with anything in particular when the house is full of family. We tend to do nothing but graze on food, make washing-up and laundry and general household mess. I’m far more disciplined when I have to be up and out for work in the mornings.
My Wednesdays have been spent for some part, on attending workshops held in conjunction with Lyric Lounge Nottingham. Last year I was commissioned to write a piece for Lyric Lounge Leicester, this year I applied to act as mentor to a community group, with the aim of putting together a showcase at Lyric Lounge Nottingham. I didn’t get the job, which was a shame, but they did ask me if I would like to shadow the mentor who would be taking the workshops. The mentor who was appointed, they said, had more experience of putting together performances and showcases in spoken word events.
I was really pleased to discover that I would be shadowing Aly Stoneman who I have come across on the circuit here in Nottingham. She is a lovely, gentle poetess who I discovered, really comes into her own when she is putting together a spoken word event. She organised an hour long slot at The New Art Exchange on Sunday. We had been working with a group of young mothers over the weeks and put together a performance based around motherhood. Aly had chosen some museum objects which had links with babies and parenting and we used these as inspiration for our pieces. We had the help of the lovely Gill Court who works for the YWCA and really got stuck into the sessions, texting and calling the mums, arranging for tram fares and taxis to make sure they could attend sessions.
A lot of my writing is based around memory and family, so I had some poems which were ideal for the performance, but I wanted to write a piece specifically for it – so here it is –
Gretel & Ariadne
I keep mementos
which silently document a life.
A private archive.
No glass case,
No air-conditioned vault.
clip from umbilical cord,
hospital identity tag,
lock of long-awaited hair,
crumpled painting of a cat, or maybe a dog, an owl?
a single boot, of soft leather with unmarked sole.
Small blue dress with bleach stains,
milk-tooth wrapped in a paper towel,
list of spellings,
letter to Santa,
postcard from Paris,
I gather them up in your wake,
knowing I dare not call out for you to wait so I can keep you in my sights.
You keep mementos too.
Letter from the Tooth Fairy,
ticket stub for Steps,
old party invitation,
Birthday card signed with fifteen names,
paper bag from a department store,
earring shaped like a tiny bow,
dog-eared passport photo,
postcard of Audrey Hepburn,
exam timetable folded in a square,
post-it with a heart drawn on
These track your path away from me
and will not stop,
until you find the need to document another’s life,
as I do now.
There is another course,
the one that brings you back to me.
When I stop dead
you’ll find you need to turn around
and gather up the markers left behind,
that track the journey we have made together
as I tracked back the journey with my mother
when she’d gone.
As long as we have threads to guide us where we came from
or morsels dropped to show the way
there’ll be a trail to follow when we need it.
If you are Gretel, I’ll be Ariadne
and keep the path from past to future clear.
I know I’m back tracking but – my summer was spent slaving over a keyboard before allowing us to go away for a couple of weeks. Unfortunately the weeks I was slaving away the sun was shining. When we did pack ourselves off to Norfolk the weather decided to take a turn. We lasted four days.
We went camping in Norfolk, some would say that in itself is foolish, but if you could see the beach you might understand why I find it so appealing. We have visited the tiny site for three years on the trot now, usually during Whit week – we always get battered by the wind – disastrously so this year, whilst trying to celebrate Daughter’s 14th birthday (another story). The site is called Sea Breeze and having been battered yet again, this time in mid August we admit defeat and will NEVER go there again (not in a tent anyway).
I love Norfolk. It is quiet, set firmly in a different decade and fish and chips cost £3.50 a portion. I know Cornwall and Devon and Dorest are lovely but I’m sick of being ripped off for food and drinks. You can still find good food in Norfolk despite the encroaching micro-waves creeping across the country from the south west coast. When you’re trying to feed six people that makes a difference.
The plan had been to rejuvenate before returning to get stuck into writing. I’ve started sending out sample chapters to agents now and if anyone comes back asking for the whole damn thing, I only have 20,000 words to show them.