I know I know this place
If only from the curling photographs
That my parents love to keep
In biscuit tins, under sinks and pots of bleach.
I know this place, somewhere in my heart
There is an inkling that I spent a childhood summer
Running on these riverbanks
And through the forests with young cousins
Racing into grandma’s arms.
I feel that sigh within my soul
That tells me magic happened here
Even though it’s only photos
And faint impressions in my mind
That tether me to this perfect place.
I’ve just come back from a week in the Norfolk Broads and I had such a lovely time. We hired a boat for the week and just travelled around the Broads.
We used to do this almost every year when I was little and it brought back a lot of memories. Some that I thought I was only remembering from the photographs that my parents have kept all these years, and some of them I wasn’t sure that I had straight up dreamed.
But when you do find yourself in a place that does match that memory, it feels like you’ve been struck by something powerful; a magical thunderbolt. And I had plenty of those moments on this holiday.
The photo above was taken in 1986 when I was two and it is of my nan, my aunt and me. It’s such a beautiful memory because nan isn’t with us any more and I know that she used to love those holidays.
I hope that you are having the chance to explore some of your childhood haunts while travel is limited. I can assure you that it won’t disappoint when you are struck by one of those magical thunderbolts.