A helicopter is circling in a weight of clouds. It lingers in the grainy sky. We scramble across a river, slip on the sodden soil. Then the heath opens up and it’s Kenwood House vivid white, grass green, sky creamy blue grey. You stride through the gates, tell us we must leave and give directions. [...]
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Day 83
Posted in Age: 21-30, Gender: Female, Location: Outside/Street/Park, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, hampstead heath, heath, helicopter, Kenwood House, literature, london, National Trust, One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person, Primark, strangers, wellies, writing on February 21, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Day 22
Posted in Age: under 10, Gender: Male, Location: Outside/Street/Park, tagged bikes, city, conversations, creative writing, deer, donkey, hampstead heath, heath, literature, london, owl, rain, running, strangers, writing on November 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I run in the rain, through the heath, down a private road, to the park. The donkeys wave. Two owls peer out. You have a toy airplane in your hand and make it sweep through the air. You lift it up to show the others, making it fly over their heads. Look! you say. Magic. [...]
Day 15
Posted in Age: 61-70, Gender: Male, Location: Outside/Street/Park, tagged beagle, city, conversations, creative writing, dog, hampstead heath, heath, literature, london, writing on November 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I quickly see that asking you for directions is the wrong choice. It is raining and I am late and you turn your body as you turn the map in your hands. You tell me I’m not far. Your beagle has the look of an impatient child, sniffing, barking, pecking at my feet. Something about [...]
Day 1
Posted in Age: 51-60, Gender: Male, Location: Outside/Street/Park, tagged city, conversations, creative writing, hampstead heath, heath, literature, london, strangers, writing on November 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
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