I peek out of the window and see that it is a lovely sunny day. Perhaps, I will be able to walk the dog to my favourite spot. It’s the one which, although in Birmingham, always takes me back to my birthplace. It happens especially on days such as this. Maybe, it’s the way the light hits the bushes and all the wild grasses. Both locations have such a higgledy piggledy feel; so wild and wonderful.
But for now, I am with my writing group. I check on their homework progress. Some of them tell me they were able to visit my website and read the blog. Just to make sure they weren’t just saying it, I asked them what they had read and was told about the entry I had made about working with their group the previous week.
I will let one of the students tell you what we did:
He talked about his own life and how it was like for him at school, where he had to sit in a row on the hard stoned floor and learn for the next 5 years. He then showed us a picture he had taken of his school and the way it looked. In the picture, it was a school assembly.
He read an extract from a book ‘Cider with Rosie’ which was written by Laurie lee. The extract also described the boy’s first day of school relating to Mr Iqbal’s own experience.
He seems to be a man who reads a lot and considers his past important along with his present. He seems to enjoy telling stories of his past remembering what it was. He always talks in a soft, gentle tone with a smile on his face.
Sadly, I never made it to my favourite walking spot. By the time I came back, checked emails etc, the cloud had set in. Of course, I did take the dog out (you have to; he won’t settle down otherwise). But, it was only a functional walk; down to the bottom of the hill and back. I always feel warmer afterwards, no matter how cold it is and today was no different.
Let’s see what I bring away from my next meeting with my writers group