Sometimes I pass a building, or walk among some trees, or down a busy street, or glimpse something from the window of a train or a car, or notice a place when I’m on the way to somewhere else, and I know that at some point I’m going to write about it. It may be the scene where something particular happens, it may be a building where someone lives, or have some history which affects my characters.
Sometimes these places don’t appear for a very long time, or they subtly change from the actual to the imaginary.
On holiday in the Netherlands with our friends we went to see an abandoned swimming pool… For some reason I thought it was a natural pool where people swam – maybe wild swimming has been on my mind recently… but it was an actual outside pool, once popular with families, now filled in and the changing rooms used for what looked like an outdoor activity centre. There was a pool, though, a small lake really, and I know that part of it will feature in a story one day. I feel like a location finder for a film company, except it’s for the stories I’m going to write, not the films I’m going to make!