Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Highfield Country Park

I went there again, and I found the foundations. Of the house, which is on the A to Z but not on Google satellite images. I took with me my 1988 map (nearly 20 years ago!), which I must have bought when I first arrived here, only 18 years old.

First I found the wrought iron gates, then I climbed into a field marked "Private" (hid my handbag in some nettles in case I had to run fast), and found the concrete base of the old stables. But I couldn't find the house. I looked everywhere. Then I climbed back, and waded through some nettles, right next to the gates. And thistles. And found... bricks, stones, iron, the foootings of solid brick walls.

I also found some knees. Ancient cracked porcelain knees, covered in mud and lacking thighs or torso or arms or head. But complete with feet.

Complete with feet. I like that.


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