Walking across a field at Radcliff-on-Trent above the red riverside cliff in February I noticed a tree almost the same as Casper David’s tree and for a moment thought this was a religious revelation. Presently two figures crossed the field diagonally making it like a vision of Jerusalem. East Bridgford, virtually preserved in aspic: the landscape beyond here to Kneeton via Slack’s Lane on to Syerston airfield is England’s green and pleasant land. Trapped between the RAF training airfield and the Trent is a tract of windswept wild dry grass on Trent Hills. Its private and forbidden, but I have been there. A track leads to a glade opening on to the Trent were a large river boat called ‘Eternity’ is berthed.
The likelihood that this scene was presented to an individual after 5 billion years of rock formation in that moment seemed to me quite unlikely. I could not think more deeply about these scenes and endeavoured to carry on my journey.