[Notre Dame]

I'm with RVS78. Ideas come from everywhichwhere. Sunlight on a wave, a whisper of wind in the trees, a screech of brakes, the wail of a child in the distance, the rumble of an anchor chain, the smooth arc of a woman's neck as she turns her head, a policeman slowly walking his beat, an aircraft painting an empty sky with a vapour trail, the smell of new mown grass, the tang of the sea, the heat of the summer sun cutting through my shirt, a harrassed girl shoving a pushchair while frantically texting on her cellphone, the breeze tangling my hair, a great name like Cape Horn - what adventures could happen there? - Mandalay or Timbuktu too, and Aqaba, don't you think Laurence knew? Ravenscar closer to home, a hill called Roseberry Topping, a boat called Two Brothers, or even more intriguing - another boat called Three Sisters. There is poetry in all these things, but even more, there are stories yet to be revealed and told... that's where ideas come from...