It’s A Girl Thing
Thursday 19 October.
After our latest adventure we arrived back at Tardebigge yesterday.
My OH, the two pooches and I have travelled some 581 miles around the waterways of England over the last three-and-a-half-months, and I have laboured 99% of 411 locks. My biceps are quite developed and I’m keeping those awful bingo wings at bay…I hope!
You may wonder why I have titled this blog ‘Home’! I have a thing about home; this subject formed part of my studies when working towards my English degree.
Shakespeare, Conan Doyle, Wordsworth, Emily Bronte and the guy who wrote the story about a man who ended up stranded on a remote island, married one of the indigenous women, then ended up being confused about where his home really was, all wrote about home (I cannot for the life of me think of the author or name of the book). When you read ‘deep’, and try to analyse a narrative, you come up with lots of definitions of what the story is actually telling you. All I remember about my study of these diverse narratives is that home means a place of safety and familiarity – to put it simply!
Because we have now been ‘of no fixed abode’ for four-and-a-half years, I had started to question where my home is – although I realise I have several ‘physical homes’.
Home is our caravan when we are travelling Europe; home is our Narrow Boat whilst we are living aboard (which we have for 16 months so far); home is the house we may return to eventually. Who knows? We don’t as yet!
As we cruised through Shortwood Tunnel, into Tardebigge Old Wharf basin yesterday afternoon, I realised that my birth-town of Redditch – and the surrounding area – is home.
It feels safe, familiar and welcoming; Redditch, Pitcheroak woods, Dodderhill common, the towpath from Tardebigge to Hanbury, the fields and woods of Alcester Heath, Bentley water-splash, the old part of Redditch town centre (with the lovely Church Green and Bandstand) and Astwood Bank are home…I’m glad to be back!