This is an anonymous story collected from the public as part of THE WOKINGHAM ARC PROJECT.

I am an artist, philosopher, teacher, nurturer, the great great granddaughter of a black Victorian, the sailmaker. 

What makes me feel alive in my local area are the tunnels of trees in Cantley Park, the red oak in Jo Park with its giant leaves where Astrid stream meets Embrook at the top of the three fields, and the moon pool in the SANG.

Home, to me, means belonging to my family and the land around me. I am alive here with the road near the book and the stream, the ash and the oak.

I wish that everyone here would embrace that they are now part of the history of the area. We are Wokingham.

I am here also because of the Windrush generation who came to rebuild Britain after World War II. I have lived here for 19 years.