One day, at the end of autumn last year, I planned a visit to a castle on the coast built by Henry the Eighth and, fearing that I might have some walking to do, I did something extraordinary.
Under my desk I have a stack of large sheets of paper folded down to roughly the size of a book which are printed, typically on one side, with strange symbols, long lines and numerous names. I reached down and selected the one coded ‘OL22’ and named ‘New Forest’ and opened it out.
For as long as I can remember I have been fascinated with maps. Once one has the capacity to decode them it is possible to visit different places -in one’s head. I have another map open now – Landranger 185: Winchester and Basingstoke area – and without leaving my desk I can ‘see’ the woods, hills and narrow lanes…
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