tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post1595438066342676855..comments2024-03-29T00:28:38.155+00:00Comments on Nigeness: In the Busy Traffic's Boom...Nigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-82039334158737516282009-03-30T10:35:00.000+01:002009-03-30T10:35:00.000+01:00on a similar (sort of ) theme - have you read 'Lon...on a similar (sort of ) theme - have you read 'London Orbital' by Iain Sinclair? I find the writing so horribly overblown that it's excruciating, but the central conciet is quite interesting, a tour around the hinterland of the M25 and the juxtaposition of the hinterland of urban sprawl and the countrysidewillhttp://www.ruminantics.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-465236855809020862009-03-29T21:06:00.000+01:002009-03-29T21:06:00.000+01:00Good lord Malty - what a life you've led!Good lord Malty - what a life you've led!Nigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-16349164896904543752009-03-29T19:36:00.000+01:002009-03-29T19:36:00.000+01:00In the late 1950s I was fortunate enough to spend ...In the late 1950s I was fortunate enough to spend some weeks on the Isle of Soay, a tiny island off the Cuillin mountains of Skye. At the time there was an active shark fishery owned by a writer called Tex Geddes, and partnered by Gavin Maxwell, the author of Ring of Bright Water. Allegedly it had previously belonged to James Robertson Justice who reputedly couldn't stand the smell. Access to the island was by Seine net boat (the Vital Spark's twin) The island was traffic free and had no metalled roads. <BR/><BR/>Calling those few weeks ideal is an understatement, they were idyllic, the sound and fury of the sea and wind, gulls, the smell of boiling shark oil, the effect upon someone in their mid teens was dramatic, suburban life became unreal, off to the hills I went (until I moved to Kent some years later)<BR/>The memories are still vivid as I listen to sound of traffic in the Tweed valley two miles distant but, on a windless day still audible.<BR/>The number of wild places left in Britain today lessens every year and the effect the building of the M25 has had on the quiet of the countryside must be horrific.maltyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02936465848907794425noreply@blogger.com