Summary

The Adventures of a Solitary Soul - H. J. Sharp

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Dream 2 - The first walled garden

By the time I was three years old, in 1925, we had moved for a while to Ainsdale, a village near Southport in Lancashire. We had a house in Shore Road, an unmade up road that ended in the sandhills of the shore. The house had a long walled garden, and I remember my mother trying to put it all in order, particularly removing the turf to form borders next to the walls. I played in the garden as she worked, and I recall the scene clearly including my thoughts at the time. I had explored all of the garden and now had become interested in what was beyond the wall. There must be a much greater reality beyond the wall and I wanted to know all about it. So here we have the beginning of a reality which consists of a well known inner, and an unknown outer. In some ways similar to Plato's story of the cave.