Ok, not some reference to a sexual deviancy but towards the connection I feel with the landscape around me.
Since living in London it is becoming more noticeable that I don’t hold the same connection to the landscape. This was brought home to me over the weekend when I went back to west Wales to visit the family. We went out for the morning for a walk along Newgale beach and even the drive there grabbed me, hell I think I was getting that feel on the train heading out of the urban areas and into the English countryside. On the beach the wind was blowing, the waves were crashing and the sun was shining, gulls were hovering overhead and in the distance were the igneous cliffs I know so well. And that is the thing – out in the countryside, I know where I am, I feel the land beneath my feet and I become part of it. This ISNT something I feel in London. Sure I feel a slight connection, even a feeling of home-ness, but not in the same string way I feel when I’m out in a wheat field or in a woodland or by the sea.
I don’t quite know what to do about it.