Look at this. The centrepiece of something truly magical.
It was at Homebaked in Anfield this Saturday and lots of us were there.After huge work and preparation by so many (and a lovely dry, sunny day on Friday thanks very much) it wasn’t looking that promising…
After which my job was warm, dry and hugely fulfilling. To sit in the bakery and encourage the telling of stories. Of what’s been, what’s lost, what’s being done about it, what is wanted and what we all dream of round here.
We told stories of moved around communities, the threads that hold us together, whether and how it’s more of a ‘a community’ in doubt and distress – together with the joy, scepticism and untapped enthusiasm of the young. Exploring ‘Do you realise how much we the young feel patronised? Being constantly told we’re too young to know what’s best or next?’ And the stories and possibilities then binding the generations of us in the making up and the telling.
Of food and local growth and supply chains. Of the local shops we need round here. Of greengrocers and vegetables and fresh food. Of maybe the Homebaked Community Land Trust will build some of these. Of clever local and Beautiful Ideas for where people can work. The making of things by the makers of North Liverpool.
Watching through the windows for when the rain would at least stop falling sideways. Which eventually it did.
Sorry for the crap photo Luca. But thanks for the Arancini!
One of the necessary joys of the year to have seen you open up here in Everton Natalie.
That they built themselves, like you would expect. Strut by strut, curtain by curtain, light by light, brick by brick, pie by pie.
This time on the borderline. Of Anfield and of Everton. Of the treasured pasts and the possible futures. Of this day. Of The Thing On The Rec. With such friends.
Beautifully done xx
And see Homebaked’s own take on the event and lots more photos at Cally Highfield’s own wonderful blogpost.