I arrived at the waterfront on, a day when the wind was cold enough to make you grateful for the three layers, including fleece and padded jacket, hat and gloves.
The sense of loneliness was palpable. The morning was strange, I had the feeling of the same grey colour being everywhere. Even the water in the harbour was rougher than usual.
I’ve written in the past about a Charles dickens film set, I think in Chatham dockyards. It exhibits a derelict industrial site. I just recall what I think are the first few minutes – I’ve been looking for the film, there are lots of versions it needs to be the right one.
A question that is going through my mind is why has this particular film had such a large impact on me? I think I was probably about twelve or thirteen years old when I saw the film at a complete guess. An impressionable age.
That feeling I get is very strong bordering on deja Vue. I won’t say I’m obsessed with the film, but I am going to make a determined effort to find it.