“Invisible threads are the strongest ties”
Time and place are so often intrinsically linked to one another. A long forgotten experience can be brought rushing to the surface by a convergence of happenstance, triviality and déjà vu. Recalling a specific memory transports you back to when you were another age, another you. Time slipping through decades, cycling through seconds in a single moment.
When I reflect on the specific points in time which bridged my journey from childhood into adulthood, so often it has been the city of Plymouth that has carried me between them.
Life began there, I was born in a hospital that no longer exists. Being taken to trips to the shops as a boy on a Saturday to buy new football boots or during the holidays to spend my pocket money, to see a film. It felt like a real treat to cross the Tamar Bridge, to move from Cornwall to Devon, from small town to diverse city.