Wherever I go, there I am

The eternal urge to run away

When I was a child I used to love running away, or making plans to. These plots are among some of my earliest and most vivid memories. Like the time I was going to meet my friend, H, in the field behind her house, and we were going to make a hut in the field, and live off cress soup – a delicious-seeming soup I’d seen in the film of The Witches, a film …