A poem by Pete Bradshaw
That sense of belonging
Familiar faces, familiar feelings
Familiar spaces
WD18, 100 years
Presence collective, individual
Rituals and routines
Evolved over time
Tribal choreography
Set to the season’s fixtures
The rhythm of each year
Punctuated into 90-minute episodes
Colours and sounds illuminating the memories
Experiences together, separate
I was there
We were there
People come and go
The tribe changes
The tribe continues
Decorated in yellow
Or was it blue
Or black and white
Memories
Belonging