A search for meaning through the historic counties of England
It was on the long journey home from a job where he had to write about things he’d rather not admit to, that Jack Barrow had the idea to travel the historic counties of England. Thinking that it would take six weeks, he imagined he could soon get around the country and back to writing ridiculous fiction, but how wrong he was about that.
A month later, on a May Morning in Oxford, he set off, with no idea where he would sleep from one day to the next. His only plan was to have no plan other than a rough anti-clockwise direction of travel. Hotels and restaurants were out of the question. Keeping the costs down meant camping and fending for himself. He’d done camping, but only for a long weekend; this would be six weeks and he had no idea where he would end up.
Within days he was ready to abandon the project, but he’d told too many people what he was doing and some of them were important people. Pushing on he found himself describing the experience of travel, the challenges of life on the road. But describing the challenges led him to think why his experiences affected him this way. This was turning from a book about a journey around England, the standard travelogue about cathedrals and bridges, to a book about a journey through his thoughts. It turned into a book about reality itself. The cathedrals and bridges became the setting for that reality. At this stage finding somewhere to sleep was the least of his problems.
In SatNav We Trust is a journey through England’s historic counties, through ideas or science and religion, all the while searching for meaning and a bed for the night. Or was that the other way around?
So now, quite a bit more than six weeks later, having passed through every county in England, he needs your help to get the story of reality out there. By pledging to this project you will be able to come on that journey with him. By spreading the word about this journey you might find other people along for the trip with you.
Leaving the museum it was after five PM and I still had to drive the length of Cornwall. After eating a locally sourced Cornish pasty, Kathy suggested it was still an hour and a half to Land’s End. Cornwall doesn’t have any motorways, even if I’d been prepared to use them, however the A30 is as close to a motorway as you will get in the county; I had used the A1, under duress, in Bedfordshire and Northumberland so I thought it was permissible to do so again. I simply couldn't leave Cornwall without going to the end of the land.
At seven pm I arrived at Land’s End car park. I had no trouble finding it; there was nowhere else to go. When I'd come here as a child the whole peninsula had been cut off as a private estate. Regular people simply didn't get to see it, now we can.
From the car park you pass through an entrance declaring itself as the Land’s End Hotel, which I thought was fair enough considering the location. On another day, and feeling a bit more flush, I might even be prepared to stay there. However, beyond, someone seems to have built a theme park. There was a little village (as they called it), shops selling Land's End related bits and pieces, all shut up but you could walk through the village, which seemed considerate of them considering how many places are gated these days. Beyond there were some buildings with what I can only assume were attractions or exhibitions, some dedicated to the air sea rescue service, the lifeboats and other Land’s End type activities. The place was a little desolate, probably helped by the fact that I was the only person there. The whole collection of shops and attractions had a sort of end of the pier feel. If this was the end of the pier, does that make Cornwall the pier, and in that case what is the rest of the country?
Walking between the buildings, past the darkened shops and attractions, closed up bars and snack joints, I found myself on the cliff tops. At this point I wished I'd brought my compass which was safely back in the Truck. The point of Land’s End is that it is the westernmost point, which is a bit odd when you consider that John O’Groats is the northern most point in Britain. I could see where the westernmost point was but having the compass point it out to me, to make that measurement myself, seemed as though it might have been more meaningful.
In SatNav We Trust - end of crowdfunding
Monday, 11 March 2019
I’m sad to have to announce that I’ve come to the conclusion the crowdfunding for In SatNav We Trust isn’t working. It’s been about six months since I started in mid-September and, while things started well, it never really got the traction it needed to gain word of mouth. The timing was unfortunate with Christmas landing at just the point when we needed to boost the momentum. (Sadface)
Monday, 18 February 2019
These memes carry short extracts from the draft manuscript of In SatNav We Trust, use them to tell people about the book.
- They can be spread far and wide so if you post them on Facebook or other social media do try to make the settings public, that way they can be forwarded on by other people.
- Don't worry if others have already posted the same one, repetition is good, or just forward those…
99 Reasons to Pledge for In SatNav We Trust
Wednesday, 9 January 2019
- If you are already a subscriber please use any items from this list as talking points to interest friends who might like to subscribe.
- If you are not yet a subscriber here are 99 reasons to subscribe. You don’t have to read them all.
- Because you want to know where the black squirrels live.
- Because I discovered that cow parsley is a stealth weed.
- Because you get your money back if…
The Honorary Secretary
Friday, 7 December 2018
It’s been a few weeks since my last update but I’ve been working hard on getting the word out. We’re now past that initial burst of pledges from early supporters. We’ve gone beyond 70 supporters so well done everyone and thanks for all the shares, likes and forwards. Keep up the good work. (Smiley face) To reward all your efforts I thought I’d post another extract for you all, so without further ado…
Wednesday, 7 November 2018
Last week I was out with my muse and we attended Neil Oliver’s lecture tour in which he talks about his new book The Story of the British Isles in 100 Places. (Smiley face)
Apart from the fact that he’s a historian, and a top bloke to boot, what was interesting was that he starts his book in Happisburgh in Norfolk (that I visited on day 7) and ends his book at Dungeness in Kent (that I visited…
Wednesday, 10 October 2018
Good day again supporters. (Smiley face)
I promised I’d post another update with an extract for people who aren’t yet supporters. If you can read this and you haven’t yet pledged then consider yourself Schrödinger's supporter. (That doesn’t mean I want you to support Schrödinger’s book, I’m sure he doesn’t need the pledges [as he’s dead], and maybe his book does, or does not, exist. But let’s not…
The One Percent
Tuesday, 18 September 2018
Okay so the first day is done and we’re on target at 1%. I say the first day, the page has been live since the beginning of September but we’ve been sorting out the pledge rewards and typos etc. (yes even publishers have typos), so I didn’t start to contact people until Monday 17th and now it’s the end of day two but what the hell.
I was intending to do updates at significant points, so 25%, 50…
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