Attic
Investigating an attic might be likened to a physical confrontation with the jumbled evidence of one's past. Something of a psychological unveiling even though you might not really know what it all means. It was thirty years ago when I first crawled up into our roof space and planned to board half of it. I left the other half because of the practical difficulties caused by electrical wires, pipes and suchlike. I also installed an aluminium loft ladder. Soon after this we began to put stuff up through the hatch. There were suitcases, children's cuddly toys, glove puppets, a cot for dolls, two guitars, a violin, boxes containing what our children had brought home from school - papers, paintings, exercise books, projects. There was a canvas windbreaker, a tent, two lamps, boxes containing old greetings cards noting birthdays and Christmases, overspill books that we didn't have room for in the rest of the house, Christmas decorations, an artificial Christmas tree, roll...
