Maybe together we can get somewhere.
Written on | September 2, 2010 | 2 Comments
It’s one week and two days until I move to Glasgow, so I’m writing a series of nostalgic posts .. and resurrecting a few old pictures too. You can read about papers here.
Once upon a time in the past my favourite place in the whole of Westhill was the field right at the top of the hill. We’d all march up in convoy to the top, me and Alexbell bringing up the rear with our asthma and blasting Paramore on her Samsung mp3 player. Everybody sing, like it’s the last song you will ever sing. And when we got to the top, finally made it, we’d sit on the wall and look down at fields on two sides, Westhill on the other, and the dual carriageway lit up at our backs by the cars just turning on their headlights in the dusk towards Aberdeen.
So we’d sit through the mist and the cold and the sunshine, and discuss our hopes, our ambitions, and gossip. Well, mostly gossip .. but sometimes a genuine life-affirming moment would shine through for me. There I was in my favourite place with my favourite people, and we all had our different dreams and one day we’d grow up and apart and out of the field; change dreams and wish bigger and get on that dual carriageway to the city. But until that day we were all just together and happy, singing and joking and Harry Potter duelling.
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December 18th, 2011 @ 7:35 pm
[...] up a few old photos you hoped you’d seen the last of. I’ve written about papers, the field, pool at seven, and movie nights [...]
December 18th, 2011 @ 7:35 pm
[...] up a few old photos you hoped you’d seen the last of. I’ve written about papers, the field, pool at seven, and movie nights [...]