How an idea takes root and grows is a mysterious process – to me at least! A few different things were going on at the same time, I think: a friend’s marriage was ending, a neighbour was involved in a car accident, and I was very moved by reading newspaper interviews with Stephen Gough, a gentle soul who is sometimes known as the ‘naked rambler’. I was also spending a lot of time in Shropshire, visiting my parents-in-law, and that provided the location for the book.
It wasn’t deliberate. Initially I thought I wanted to write non-fiction, though I wasn’t sure quite what; certainly, the idea of writing a novel was far too scary. My first book, Clay, began as a series of sketches: descriptions of urban wildlife and urban living that somehow coalesced into a story. Now I don’t really know how else to write: the natural world, and how people and communities relate to it, is what moves me: it’s what I need and want to explore.
I was reading a lot of the poet Edward Thomas, from whose poem ‘Lob’ the title of the book came; there’s some John Clare in there too, and Oliver Rackham’s fascinating The History of the Countryside, and probably a dash of Ronald Blythe’s Wormingford books. I read more of what’s broadly termed ‘nature writing’, both new and old, than I do contemporary fiction, and that also tends to seep in.
It’s a misconception that cities are nature-poor – in fact, London is an astonishingly good place to see wildlife! The world we each live in is made up of what we choose to focus on – the more you notice the natural world the larger it looms, and the greener and more beautiful your world becomes. I have a dog, Scout, and walk her daily; there’s more nature in my day-to-day life than in some of my friends’, who live among improved pasture and intensively farmed fields. Having said that, I do dream of living somewhere really rural one day – just not quite yet.
I try not to fetishize my writing area too much; I find that it closes down opportunities for writing, as it becomes too easy to tell myself I can’t because my surroundings aren’t right. I have a desk in my bedroom at home, and I sometimes write on my laptop on the sofa; if I get stuck I’ll switch to a notebook and pen, which can feel liberating – more like scribbling notes than ‘proper writing’.
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