A sense of geography
A long time ago, (over two dog lifetimes), I needed a solid point of attachment around the place. A long steel T-bar, cut in two and driven deep into the ground with an X profile, served through the best efforts of those two dogs.
But, as a nod to potential new owners who don’t come with the same sort of hairy baggage, I decided to get the iron out. Sent son #3 to prep the spot with some shovel work and waited overnight. Today, gave a good tug upwards and “got ‘er done”.
There’s so much more that has to be done, but everything has a starting point.
My sense of geography depends on what I learn from cinema and sat pics. Cheaper than actually getting on a bus. I’ve learned that others use the same tools, and have the same questions. What is there in a given place after the movie crews are (long) gone? Turns out that some judicious Google skills will dredge up the on site reports of other tourists who out their boots on the ground.
As an example: The Quiet Man, filmed in Ireland more than sixty years ago. Intrepid explorers have mapped the village of Comb, and documented the slow fade (tumbling down) of the cottage. Saves me a trip, assuages my curiosity, and lets me move along to other points of interest.
As I head back to work for the week, I’m anxious. Will it end well? Will it end? Will I find out that my release is nothing more than a rumour?
