A Meditation on Place and Roots

Photo by Moyan Brenn

I’ve fallen in love with many places in my time. The shadows underneath the dining table, where I used to hide by my grandfather’s feet. The house where I grew up in Streatham, opposite the pebble-dashing business. Charles Bridge in Prague in the early hours of the morning before the tourists arrive. The Arts Centre at university and its adjacent library. The park where I walked our first dog, before I was allowed to go on the bus alone. The old pubs stinking of beer agai...