I have avoided this alley since October, I will walk the longer way just so I don’t have to experience this real life thought tunnel. Why?
October 24th 2014, the day had already started so unusual, I was up before 9am and walking to the city centre, not a normal doings for me at such an early time; when I received a phone call, a phone call that changed my life. My father had passed away.
I was stood right in that alley way when I was told ‘he’s gone’. I fell to my knees. I sat there for about thirty seconds in total shock, I felt like I didn’t want to leave because then I would have to face the world with what id just been told. On that day I felt protected by the alley, however…
Every time I approach this alley now my heart races, I feel as if I could get trapped in the dark tunnel with more bad news. My skin turns cold and for some reason I hold my breath and walk as quickly as I can. And when I do get to the end, I leave the alley with a sense of freedom; I’m in the town and ready to shop – my minds somewhere else.
I decided to choose the activity ‘visit the same location everyday for a week and note down your senses’
Since Mondays Lesson I’ve visited this alley every morning around 8:30am – A time where it was surprisingly so quiet. I stood at each side of the alley for roughly 5 minuets, soaking in all sorts of feelings and senses.
On Tuesday, day 1, I felt angry, frustrated and upset alongside being bored and cold. I felt a sense of stubbornness’ I didn’t want to look into the alley way, just around it – why did I choose this location?
The next day I visited I had woken up in a fairly positive mood – after recording this I was going to get a spray tan! I stood there at the alley way side again and this time I laughed – an actual full on giggle. I had remembered something really funny my dad had said last time he had visited me in Lincoln which spring boarded onto more happy memories of him.
The morning of Thursday, my last day the weather was dull and the sky was gloomy but I trooped back up to the alley. I had the same experience as Wednesday – I was happy, I felt calm and content. It was as if this place I was so frightened off was actually a place I could come and think about happy things.
Referring back to our studies it got me thinking is there any other personal stories relating to this specific site?
I decided to researched about the location and found that this specific area was a location for Lincoln’s trading activity in the Roman times. The bridge just a close proximity away, The High Bridge in Lincoln, England, is the oldest bridge in the United Kingdom which still has buildings on it and it was built about 1160 A.D. Could this be a starting point for my practical work?
I have included other photos I have took around Lincoln whilst doing my activity through the QR code!
