I counted. I have 12 windows. Each one like an apostle bearing witness to a day. So I can see how the blackbird listens. I can hear the descent of a duck as it hits the water and settles, moving the surface of the stillest river mood. Those 12 windows keep me open.
My favourite windows are those that give me height. Height that can raise me up. Like a Captain’s Bridge. Height that lets me look down and across this magical river Tamar in Cornwall.
As a young girl in Glasgow, I always sought height to lift me out of a worrying day. I would climb the highest of trees and buildings. Taking risks to feel safe. I would even scale drainpipes to reach roofs with views that had nothing in the way. I wanted to touch the clouds. Pinch the sun. I so wanted to see beyond. Beyond wherever I felt bound.
This house in the village of Cargreen gives me that self same escape. When thoughts of this crisis take hold, I feel grateful and safe when I look through my windows on a day like today. Those windows that gift me moments to touch those clouds of the beyond ?
Debbie Geraghty is a passionate advocate for creativity and equality. An introduction to her activities is available here.