This will be my first blog post in learning how to write. It will be woolly and lack some focus. It might be what is referred to as ‘practice-led’ in the fullest sense of the term. I hope to write my version of my home town. This will not be a psycho-geographical piece of writing. There will be limited flaneur-type activity, no wandering with the intent to become lost. This does not mean a route map already exists, there will be turns, returns and cul-de-sacs in the writing. What it does mean is that I do not know where things will lead. Anything might take my interest, a topic could overwhelm a post, some topics will recur and some things a reader might expect will not appear at all. This writing is also research, writing to think and a means to clarify thoughts.
The day began with a one overarching thought, ‘had my allotment plot survived Storm Ciara’? I was not adrift in purpose and walked the same way to Bilton Grove allotment site as I had probably hundreds of times before. Surprisingly, my plot, Plot30 had come though with no damage. I shall in future posts give more details about the allotment site’s history. Looking at the gallery of photographs below I think Swan Field, as the area was known may not be named for a person but had previously been a field that swans inhabited. The site does get a considerable patch of standing water after rain.
I have not written as much as I hoped in an hour or so. I have discovered the gallery block feature in Gutenberg (the editor for Word Press). There may be too many commas.