And more again about map-making and poetry. I’ve been reading section 1 of David Constantine’s ‘Belongings’. These half a dozen poems are a hymn of gratitude for walking, for the landscapes of Northern England and for the folded map. I’m reading them having just returned from walking Hadrian’s Wall and the Northumberland coast.The long lines … Continue reading ‘Reading the map afterwards/Assures us of our hinterland’