|My favourite painting of Richmond, by John Aldridge, 1955|
There's a great reading list for the course which I'm working my way through -- memoirs characterised by a variety of forms, including Jackie Kay's autobiographical poem, The Adoption Papers and Giles Waterfield's novel about his grandparents, The Long Afternoon. The course is structured around the reading list and, I think, will give us the chance to try out different forms for our own autobiographical writing. I'm really looking forward to it.
|If only my first home had been the beautiful Gothic house in the centre of the photo but it was the tiny cottage squeezed in next door|
Now imagine that you're crossing the road from that house, at a slight angle to the right, where the pavement rises above the level of the road. You'll be at the front gate of my new home.
If you're still with me on this virtual tour of Richmond, we're turning round again now and heading back towards the town centre.
You can see the red-brick end of a house, on the left. It's the start of a little row of three Victorian houses.
I could go on and on, wandering around Richmond, to Billy Banks Woods, round the Castle Walk, up and down Lombards Wynd and into every nook and cranny, but I'll stop there. Even though I haven't lived there for over thirty years, I still feel as though I know every paving stone.