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It is this, the image I want to take with me: the pink light of early morning, rising wintry above the mist. The water, grey and murky, rippling gently where the oars pull.
I was raised on this river, lived for years in the house receding at my back. It’s a red brick, two-story build, quite comfortable for the family of four that we were and typical of so many homes that line the Surrey waterway. A neat lawn runs down to the bank – it will be horribly muddy when the rain falls – whilst the paved patio although ideal for summer lunches, is a fool for moss. It resists even the strongest jet of water, as any close inspection will quickly confirm. My parents bought the house new as I remember, a thing my father was always proud of…
Tom is rowing. His brow is furrowed as it always is when he’d rather not talk. But I’m OK with that. It was his idea to leave like this and it was a good one. I just want to take it all in, store it all away. Feather the nest of my mind with as many tiny gems as it can reasonably hoard.Jane Downs
A reflection on childhood, family and the ties that lead us to commit not only heartbreaking but very tender and personal acts, our latest Podcast is “The Boat Ride”, by Jane Downs.
Did you like this podcast? Listen to “Midwest Wimmin’s Festival 1987” by Sage Tyrtle, next.
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