Where the river is narrow enough to be bridged,
is where the binary opposites meet.
We’re at the edge of town, in marshy places.
Sometimes submerged, a neglected, decaying and wild version
of the human world meeting the river,
colliding with derelict industrial units.
Hemmed in, we climb through abandoned yards
The cathedral, magnificent and intermittently in view
Shares sky-space with a pylon
Lost in place while wandering, rambling and meandering:
we know where we are, but not always the route to the next place.
No one goes herethis topographically challenging terrain
Grown from obsolete technology and sometimes grassland heals over industrial scars.
ONCE A PROPER PLACE each has had their day.
Port Ham,
Richard’s Wood,
Electricty Transforming Station,
Nature Reserve,
Castle Meads,
Parking, Docks
FEELING OUT OF PLACE and then we find the river..
We walk 2 miles in our Sud Meadow loop, our very thin oval,
and move 100 yards northwards. Not lost but not in full control
Walking, we uncover, discover and recover areas otherwise unfound,
places which now appear without purpose.
Thanks to the lack of plan, we stumble upon the land less stumbled upon.