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Guy Sees Hidden Place On OS Map In Middle Of Nowhere, Cannot Resist Urge To Investigate

One agnostic went on a excursion that tested his idea. Or the lack of them. Lately, Gawan Mac Greigair has bought an Ordnance Survey( national mapping bureau in the United kingdom government) hiking map, and find a place of worship emblem in the “middle of bloody nowhere.” “It’s 4cm to 1 mile, so it’s the right scale to be able to include emblems for intriguing things in the landscape, including historic tombstones, ancient earthworks, places of adore and so on, ” Gawan told Bored Panda . Meditating what that particular one actually was, he decided to see for himself.

“I happened to have a free afternoon on that day, and there was heavy cloud blanketing the highest level of the North Downs all day, ” he mentioned. “I couldn’t defy the chance of an otherworldly walk in mist.”

“The North Downs is a range of chalk hills in Kent( which give the White Cliffs of Dover their whiteness)- it’s classed as’ Ancient Countryside’, and it is full of secretive nooks and crannies, and has a long history. I had seen this symbol on the map before and it had intrigued me because it seemed unusual that a place of worship would be located quite far from any village and that it would be right on the edge of a woodland.”

Gawan doesn’t consider himself a believer in heaven. The boy, nonetheless, still appreciates the locations where other means of reality become tangible, where past and present interlace. “This place is certainly one, helped by the apparent blend of this ancient human structure with the woodland mobbing close.”

“The most memorable portion was the moment when- after guessing I had lost my lane in the lumber- I was approaching where the symbol on the map seemed to suggest the place of worship is expected to be. I was straining to find it through the fog, which was difficult given that I didn’t know whether to look for a wrecking, a stack of stones or an actual faith. I reckon I gasped at the moment when I realized I was appearing straight at it.” Scroll down to join Gawan on his unforgettable journey and follow in his footsteps!

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“I’m ever moved by age-old woodbanks, just knowing that they’ve acted as borders for centuries, and this lumber was bounded by one, topped with spaghetti beeches and hornbeams”

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“The first segment of wood was characterized by hazel coppice, which I feel I don’t encounter very often. I ever suppose hazel as a friendly tree, which is just as well in this very Poe fog”

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“I came to my first turning, I had to turn right, at a right slant, on reaching this flooded track”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

“But the experience of the woodland in this dense fog was a rejoice- the everyday took on an entirely different presence”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

“I arrived across a sudden engulf hollow. It seemed unmarked by any horsehoe of close contour line on the OS map, so this is when I first started to suspect that I’d lost my way”

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“By the hollow, this old tree was simultaneously living and dead- a termite metropolis nevertheless budding fresh young limbs”

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“I checked my map again. Three sides of a squarish rectangle was my itinerary. Two right angled turns to the right. Just past the hollow a muddied but confident trail moved fogward at 90 degrees. This is necessary my second turn. I must be pretty close”

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“Two pairs of beeches waltzed with one another alongside the track, as two birches stood by, waiting for their chance to cut in”

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“Last year’s beech leaves were still clinging on to saplings in the understory, where the winter winds weren’t be permitted to dislodge them. A strange bright confetti in the murk”

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“But this side of my square route was getting absurdly long, it didn’t make sense any more. This imperious beech appeared to give me directions, but I couldn’t interpret its gestures and I don’t speak beech”

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“Primroses cheered me on though, advising me not to panic. Thanks guys, you’re the best”

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“I decided to take the next obvious right and hope for the best. It took me through a recent coppice, where the felling had exposed another monumental beech( a very unusual standard tree in a coppice, where oak is still much usual”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

“I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for- a recognisable arrangement, a hollow overgrown by hornbeam? But abruptly the hairs on my neck stood up and I realized I was already looking at it”

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“Just the suggestion of a gable, an echo of a spire, materialising surely with each step forward”

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“It wasn’t the stack of stones I’d half expected, but a tiny, living church that seemed to transpirate from the lumber that it was nested in”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

“I determined it was open”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

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“I find it hard to state this without hugging myself and clapping my hands in childish gaiety, but this faith has no energy and is still lit by working gas lamps”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

“The fog seemed to press its nose to the windows”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

“But it was held at bay by the colourings inside”

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Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

“I’m not a adherent in heaven, but I realize the notion of places where other means of reality become tangible, where past and present interlace”

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

Image credits: Gawan Mac Greigair

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