I’ve written before about gates and doorways, how fascinating I find them, how intriguing. I don’t see them as a barrier to something, I see them as a way through to something, what lies belong you’ll never know unless you go through the doorway or open the gate.
I think this comes from my childhood with stories about secret gardens, and hidden places; my dad used to tell me stories about two little girls called Audrey Mae and Audrey Alice who went through a hole in a hedge… they had such adventures on the other side of what seemed like a barrier. Then there was the story of Alice in Wonderland, she didn’t go through a hole but down a hole, a rabbit hole. I loved ‘The Secret Garden’ by Frances Hodgson Burnett, the children who went through the gate into a hidden and forgotten garden… a gate, a door, a hole… an invitation!
Lois Elsden 