1976 –THE WORST OF YEARS
Regular strolls around the Racecourse Estate provided exercise during the week. It was so difficult to study because it seemed to have lost much of its relevance. This was my final year but in the scheme of things did it matter? I found the walks necessary because I needed time alone; time to evaluate my present,and my future.
Pondering the possibilities too deeply was fruitless as I
soon discovered. It's like trying to find meaning behind life, or
the death of a friend. You are left with unanswered questions,
and an enormous emptiness. I felt that I needed to stay fit in
body and mind, to slot straight back into normal life at the first
opportunity.
My grandfather and I had often walked around the area, as
he showed me through the growing houses. I learned a great
deal about building; and about people's tastes. Our walks were
usually in the calmness of late morning, when the weather was
pleasant, and few others were around. It was easy to become
lost in thought, and not realise that time and distance had passed.
