|
The Jurassic Coast. Apparently ripe with fossils. We had the most delicious meat pie there. In the states we’ve got pot pies and hot pockets, but it’s just not the same as a good meat pie.

We didn’t have time to traverse the missile range and see the fossils. It was late afternoon and damned if we were going to drive the first day in England after dark.
This coast beyond ancient and an arch with a name whose meaning is mostly lost.

If you look back far enough in the cultural meanings and stories of an area, if that area retains it’s humans, if the humans have been there unexterminated for long enough, then the land takes on meaning. The land itself becomes a part of the cultural text. You travel through a series of stories with landmarks as not only the illustrations, but memory aides. They could even be considered part of the cultural mind. Your house is an extension of you and your family. The landscape is an extension of your culture.
Once nature was a series of connections, theological, literary, full of emotional depth and purpose. A reminder. An extension of ourselves. I feel that at a place like Durdle Door. What stories were once told here?
|