Here’s a very short extract from the notes and jottings that I have been keeping daily during my time at the Cabin. This is my first day, my first moments in situ.
Since then my experiences and impressions of the place have been intense and fascinating – and I will post more extracts when I can manage to pull all my notes together!
Mon 18th- settling in
I turned the key in the lock, pushed open the door And felt relief, as a sense of “home” washed over me
Scented with a faint musty aroma.
Even though I was aware of stepping into a place of arrested disintegration,
the sense of home persisted.
It felt like stepping into a hidden time capsule: fixed in a past era.
Yet homeliness prevailed.
I set about getting organised: it took me longer to settle in than I had anticipated.
To begin with, it was a little un-nerving,
hearing unusual sounds outside (people, families passing
Occasionally some would wander into the garden or push at the door.
Sitting at the table,
I pondered upon thoughts of Time and Home…
I pushed open the little window
And allowed the slow rhythm of the ocean
To fill the room
Upstairs I found a beautiful butterfly, obviously just dead, lying on the floor.