falling in
(a squelch circuit)It is the point of the year where winter is nearing its end, the brambles and nettles still in hibernation and buds appearing on trees. I have with me a map of the area which shows contour lines, footpaths, boundaries, and I set off along newly cut hedgerows following a strip of ancient trees that once marked a parish border but is no longer shown on my map. I walk a bit like a sleepwalker, off the beaten track and soon find myself lost. I fight the urge to see where I am from the point of view of my map, a God's eye view. It is impossible to see unless one goes into the air, or looks down from high ground, and there are no hills here. From this level I can see only patches of raised earth, and morassy ditches, and I fall into a ditch by mistake.