Fall 1969 to Spring 1970, Age 18
Living in Whitchurch Road was like trekking through sticky mud again: one foot down, feel it sucked into the depths and then fight to pull the other foot out of the gluey mess. Cardiff was the same dreary city, full of dreary people. In the house, family members had shifted places—Dilly gone to London, John entrenched in the front room, Toody out with his friends and Dad hiding in the garden—but nothing had really changed. The house was dark and damp, the atmosphere deadening. Adding Mother to the mix made it worse. [Read more…] about 18: The Doors of Perception
It was winter 1979 in Edinburgh, and as usual the wind off the North Sea cut to the bone. A group of eight of us huddled in a circle around an electric bar heater in Winifred’s front room. Although we met weekly, we knew little of each other’s outer lives. Our only task was to explore the workings of our inner worlds through sharing dreams.