We lack – we need – a term for those places where one experiences a ‘transition’ from a known landscape […] to somewhere we feel and think significantly differently. I have for some time been imagining such transitions as ‘border crossings’. These borders do not correspond to national boundaries, and papers and documents are unrequired at them. Their traverse is generally unbiddable, and no reliable map exists of their routes and outlines. They exist even in familiar landscapes: there when you cross a certain watershed, tree-line or snow-line, or enter rain, storm or mist, or pass from boulder clay into sand, or chalk onto limestone. Such moments are rites of passage that reconfigure local geographies, leaving known places outlandish and quickened, revealing continents within counties.
pg.78 Macfarlane, R. 2012 The Old Ways Hamish Hamilton ISBN 978 0 241 14381 0

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