Whenever I arrive in a new city, I often climb the highest hill around, what I find there helps me understand where I am, where I’ve been, where I need to go.
This particular day I found Rosemary up on Granada’s heights, a herb which I have a life long relationship with, growing as it once did beside the porch of my childhood home – ‘silver scissors for Sunday lamp’ – then on through other gardens of beloved relations now passed, distant places, lovers and lands.
Some plants are recurrent friends, stimulating memory and anticipation for new chapters, accompanying me into a new life, as I enter hers.
Thank you to anyone that has brought the book or is considering taking a chance on it.
To learn more about my publication check out the book ‘Sea sores – A Brightonian book’ here.