The steel snake awaits.

July 19th, 2013, 8am

It was 13°C with few clouds. There was moderate breeze.


The margins between the city and the country. Some just end up here; for others it is a destination filled with serious intent and ambition.

Karl Hyde embraces these margins on his debut album: “edgelands where city meets scrub, where ragged ponies grazed annexed fields and the air smells chemical.”

This edgeland is not a “Ballardian” zone. It is the “green wedge”. The lungs of the city. Being here necessitates a daily psycho-geographic trip back to the inner sanctum. Back to the old world.

This is the start of one such trip.

Chris, Cassie, Jo and David Wade said thanks.

Share this moment

Stephen Scott

Amateur. @stphn

Create a free account

Have an account? Sign in.

Sign up with Facebook