Shingle beach, drained farmland or a bare plain under huge skies; flat spaces distort distance and make me want to run and yell
Noreen Masud
f you visit the flat fenlands of Cambridgeshire on a clear day, and walk along the ruler-lined channels and droves, you might – if you’re lucky – see a freight train pulling itself out of the horizon like a conjuror’s endless scarf.
