{"id":2017,"date":"2018-06-29T23:31:22","date_gmt":"2018-06-29T22:31:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gravityisahat.com\/?p=2017"},"modified":"2018-06-29T23:31:22","modified_gmt":"2018-06-29T22:31:22","slug":"it-always-began-with-an-object-part-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/it-always-began-with-an-object-part-2\/","title":{"rendered":"It always began with an object \u2013 Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"

So I was wrong actually it sometimes starts with a place.<\/p>\n

In this case it\u2019s the place I was born and a slither through time from a nearby scenic hillside near the North Downs in Kent to the garden of a flat in Forest Hill.<\/p>\n

I was born on a hill. It was posh enough to be called a \u2018Rise.\u2019 Across the road from us was a wood and until very recently I had no idea that during WWII the rise was a mooring point for barrage balloons. Despite never knowing this I repeatedly dreamt about them as a child and continued to  do so as an adult and yes they are the stimulus for several poems as well as a small collection of books and memorabilia \u2013 isn\u2019t that wierd? Or rather \u2013 in a sincere but quizzical voice \u2013 is that wierd? Find out in an as yet to be broadcast episode of this blog.<\/p>\n

Walk through the wood and up the hill like I did with my mum and our dog<\/p>\n

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turn L at this<\/p>\n

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and keep walking up as high as you can go – swivel NW and there is London. For me as a child this WAS weird. My home was the bucolic idyll in which roads were paths and pavements were verges. London was somewhere, someplace else, Dixon of Dock Green lived there and he got shot, it sure wasn\u2019t \u2018just over there.\u2019<\/p>\n

Travel 50 odd years by Tardis (more about that in a later episode). My youngest and his loveliest rent a flat in 2018. The flat has a small narrow garden and a sliver of a splendid view out toward Kent.<\/p>\n

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In the centre of the view is my hill<\/p>\n

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is that weird?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So I was wrong actually it sometimes starts with a place. In this case it\u2019s the place I was born and a slither through time from a nearby scenic hillside near the North Downs in Kent to the garden of a flat in Forest Hill. I was born on a hill. It was posh enough […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2017","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-everything-else"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2017","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2017"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2017\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2024,"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2017\/revisions\/2024"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2017"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2017"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gravityisahat.co.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2017"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}