tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post5946431189080512825..comments2024-03-26T23:41:10.319+00:00Comments on Authors Electric: IN MY ELEMENT - WHAT'S YOURS? by Valerie LawsKatherine Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-39710471612808905662013-10-01T14:14:50.957+01:002013-10-01T14:14:50.957+01:00thanks all for your lovely comments! we come from ...thanks all for your lovely comments! we come from water and are largely made from it, I feel it's a shame we've lost the ability to breathe in it! But yes cities too can give you that feeling of home or being in a good place. It's not about being safe, as we are in our 'home'/house/home town/local countryside, it's an acceptance that dangerous or not, it calls and engages us beyond the rational.Lydia Bennethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09328239009863878547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-48856631086932991802013-10-01T11:23:41.948+01:002013-10-01T11:23:41.948+01:00delightful, thanks. when i moved up to the north a...delightful, thanks. when i moved up to the north aged twenty i didn't miss the sea for several years. then one day i had a mole moment - dulce domum - on a visit to north wales. within two months i'd bought three boats, and never looked back! on swimming, i'm with julia, tho. mmm.Jan Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823078224282953782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-85712166598586966102013-10-01T10:44:36.531+01:002013-10-01T10:44:36.531+01:00I don't swim as often as you do, Valerie, but ...I don't swim as often as you do, Valerie, but I certainly feel the same pull of the ocean. I was born and brought up in Plymouth in a home on Sutton Harbour. For most of my life I've lived in Aberdeen (further up on your freezing North Sea) with its miles of beach and dunes. When I left university, I got a job in Nottingham and, after 6 months, went for a weekend to Scarborough. As we drove over a hill and saw the sea in the distance, I felt an extraordinary wave of - I don't know, relief? excitement? love even? and I realised that I'd been missing it. I left Nottingham and the job very soon afterwards. It's beyond rationalisation, isn't it?Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-88622299280180869562013-10-01T10:40:06.718+01:002013-10-01T10:40:06.718+01:00You are so lucky, Val. I hate it that water is a a...You are so lucky, Val. I hate it that water is a an alien element to me. The result of being born as far away from the sea as you can get at a time when there wasn't a swimming pool within miles. I could just about swim once, about half a length, but I now seem to have done what we are assured humans can't - forgotten how to. Oh, that climactic scene in The Operator. Amazing. And Erica wins through. I envy you and fear for you in the same breath. Terrific post.Dennis Hamleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15781139870037634374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-38486846345408952852013-10-01T09:47:05.958+01:002013-10-01T09:47:05.958+01:00But it's ON not IN the water for me. pleaseBut it's ON not IN the water for me. please<br />julia joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09773900100240758504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-10616188637789245352013-10-01T09:34:41.508+01:002013-10-01T09:34:41.508+01:00Marvelous blog - and what photos! Wow!
Marvelous blog - and what photos! Wow!<br />julia joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09773900100240758504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-8938896059060811472013-10-01T09:25:15.860+01:002013-10-01T09:25:15.860+01:00Wonderful - I think we all have somewhere like tha...Wonderful - I think we all have somewhere like that where we feel truly at home (what "home" means is one of those topics I come back to again and again). I have to say I do love the sea, though I'm not a swimmer (my wife's the swimmer of the family). For me the place I feel completely at home is London, in particular the southern part of Soho along Shaftesbury Avenue where the gay village, Chinatown and Theatreland live alongside each other seemingly oblivious of each others' existence. The self-containedness of those worlds makes it a place where you can surround yourself in a glorious sensual feast yet be completely invisible, which is a wonderful combination.Dan Hollowayhttp://danholloway.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com