Recently, reading Kenneth White’s Travels In The Drifting Dawn, in a section where he is returning home to Glasgow, he wrote:
‘Sitting at the window, looking out at the dripping rowan tree, and beyond it the misty rain and beyond the rain, though invisible, the mountains and the sea:
Everyone has his own native place. Where is your native place?’
It served its purpose and got me thinking about my own native place.
Is it where my roots are? (I live still in my childhood town, in fact just next door to the house that I grew up in. Grounded in memory and ancestry.)
Is it where my heart is? I love rural places, coastal places, my favourite place (so far, in my wanderings), being Orkney. Is it the place that speaks to me, and I feel at home in?
I will have to think on it. But what about you guys?
Where is your native place?