Sin Agog wrote: A couple of years ago I stumbled across a GPS satellite box out in one of Jefferies' favourite verdant playgrounds, the South Downs. They're like little plastic lunchboxes with a notebook inside where the GPS cats put in coordinates and the like. I was so overtaken with the beauty around me, however, that I copied down a passage from Story of my Heart. Wonder what the next person who read that must have thought upon alighting upon it.
Oh aye, I think they're called geocaches. Seemed to be v popular for a while, don't know if it's still going on. Perhaps they're all out collecting pokemon now.
Still, suppose it's a nice excuse to be out and about in the countryside.
The person who picked that up probably read it and went into a reverie, wept openly at it's beauty and truth, had a life changing experience and now lives in a hedge with fieldfares in the somerset levels.
Or possibly completely ignored it and sat down to tuck into their crab paste sandwiches.
Either is fine by me.
|