Inspired by a poem
The Rolling English Road
by G K Chesterton
Before the Roman came to Rye, or out to Severn strode
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I have been doing a series of drawings of local roads.
I love a road that dips and rises again; that wanders about, twisting and turning, so that you are never quite sure what lies just out of sight.
I am in Barnet, on the edge of London, but could that be the sea over the hill? Will there be a vast lake round the corner? Are those clouds or mountains in the distance?
I've looked for roads which intrigue me in this way.
In the process I've learnt a lot, especially about the structure of cars! It has been a good way to spend some time in the comfort of my own car, drawing and recording some of the places I know and love.
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