Latitude
West from our garden and out beyond the suburb of Greystones , following an invisible route that hugs Latitude 53°North like a ley line. Over the Porter Brook to the reservoirs at Redmires – thence to The Derwent Valley and out across the wild high moors that cleave northern England. There’s Manchester Airport ahead from which planes ascend like dragonflies, then onward to the low-lying Wirral Peninsula before striking out across The Irish Sea to Dublin. The way is arrow straight over those emerald fields to Galway. In front, The Atlantic Ocean heaves, its waves white-tipped. Two thousand miles to Canada and below there’s the raw coast of Newfoundland. We travel inland to Labrador City ever westward and on to the southern end of Hudson Bay crossing uninhabited Akimiski Island before striking out over the emptiness of Northern Ontario, Manitoba and Saskatchewan. Soon the invisible line cuts across the sprawling city of Edmonton in Alberta before advancing to the mountainous coast of B...