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What Landscape Means to Me

In my long-distant youth, I cycled around the country lanes of my native southwest Leicestershire. For those like me who were fortunate enough to be taught medieval social and economic history, rather than the dreary lists of kings and queens, I learnt much about how the land was organised for food and fibre. I therefore had a much better understanding of ridge and furrow systems, the peculiar patterns which marked the deserted villages, as well as the enclosure of the three-field systems into much smaller fields and the arrival of hedges and field margins in our landscape. In practice, these features of the landscape were blindingly obvious to anyone prepared to glance but more than anything else it fascinated me that I could link learning in the classroom with the greater understanding of the landscape as I cycled around in my summer holidays. In my later years it has also led me to reflect a great deal on the fact that many of us “ologists” are so fascinated by the unique and distinctive that we can ignore the commonplace.