Landscape

Horns Road

Ye Prologue:

The late 19th and early 20th century Saw a red brick suburban terrace street building boom, All over the country and also in towns like Stroud, - A walk along Horns Road to the Crown and Sceptre Will exemplify that and take you down a wormhole of time.

More Prologue:

The late 19th and early 20th century Also saw a bohemian near-worship of Pan, As exemplified in the work of Arthur Machen; A cultured mockery of shabby genteel pretensions As in the Weedsmiths’ The Diary of a Nobody; And also, an almost subliminal fear Of the suburbs’ manic growth, That fused together so many inchoate anxieties, As articulated in Algernon Blackwood’s stories, Where the ordinary, everyday red brick dwellings Harbour dark secrets of sorcery and the occult; As though the very utilities of mains pipes Could transmit necromantic alchemical evil, As well as water, gas and, eventually, electricity.

Last Prologue:

Of course, subsumed within this confusion, Was also a nostalgia for the loss of landscape, And a fear of the working-class and socialism.

Rodborough Fields: A Curse

Rodborough Fields: A Curse

A piece of parchment flew through an open window of the number 14 ‘bus today and landed on my lap. It was entitled A BEGGAR’S CURSE. I have made a transcription. If you build on this field, Springs will o’er-turn your water table, Peasants will harrow your dreams, Cut...

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Finding the Source of the Frome by Bike

Finding the Source of the Frome by Bike

I can’t recommend this enough. Have a look at the pictures that will eventually appear on www.radicalstroud.org.uk in the Landscape section, but here is a recommended route from Stroud. This ride obviously involves quite a few climbs, but get off and push along the...

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Searching for the Source of the Frome

Searching for the Source of the Frome

This is, at this very moment of writing these words, a virtual exploration of the source of the River Frome. It will eventually become real, booted and begrimed, but until I get my head around Cotswold Green’s rickety-rackety ‘bus timetables, this riverine...

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Gainey’s Well

Gainey’s Well

Do you know Gainey’s Well? I know you’ve probably heard of it, You can obviously google it, But that’s not knowing it, is it? It’s only knowing of it.   It lies at the end of a street with a rec, Through a seeming suburban garden, (That is in fact a secret...

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The Heavens: Saturday January 19th 2013

The Heavens: Saturday January 19th 2013

Landscape Archaeologist, Neil Baker, led about a dozen assorted adults and dogs on a guided tour of The Heavens on Saturday, January 19th. We met outside – I said outside – the Crown and Sceptre at two of the clock, for a two and a half hour stroll and muse. Many...

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Map 163

Map 163

Re-imagining the landscape’s mapping, Envisioning an old-new cartography: Erasing the blue of the motorways, The red and yellow of roads and thoroughfares, The lines of footpaths, byways, bridleways, All that pale blue signification That denotes tourist amenities,...

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