It was early September when I travelled to Cornwall with a friend who I’d tempted along with a promise of viewing some of the neolithic structures in the region. I had been interested in the landscape, but it sounds obvious to the point of banal really, but the structures we saw seemed to me to radiate from the point of my focus. I was staring towards lost ground, on which a ship had wrecked, but the markers around me seemed another kind of wreck, washed up on the cliffs and ridges.