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England: On to Durdle Door
June 20th, 2009 under England, Landscape and Meaning. [ Comments: none ]

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.

Jurassic Rock

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.

Durdle Door

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?


Misses Toad’s Wild Ride Through England
January 1st, 2009 under England. [ Comments: 1 ]

Part 1: Arrival, and the economy Ford stick shift to Corfe Castle.

Heathrow and the Tube

It was only a nine hour flight from Houston, not space flight, just cruising over the curve of the earth going the right way because the winds are in your favor and the friendly skies boost you along the jet stream.  You are not really aware of this, however, because most of the time you are asleep. You stumble into this bus-like cabin nine seats wide and go on faith that the noises and illusion of g-force means you are actually being taken somewhere. You refuse dinner because someone told you that fasting could negate the effects of jet lag. The flight attendant looks at you like you grew a new head. No one refuses free food on a plane you foolish bastard. Even if you don’t want the food you take it anyway on principle. The food molecules must be processed through your system. This must happen. Make a token effort.

They tell you that you landed in Heathrow. You take it on faith. I am in Heathrow. Read more »