Each and everyday my place of work |
Over the last two months I have been working in Sandyford, eight miles south of Dublin city centre.
A major part of Sandyford is composed of the Sandyford
Industrial Estate (opened 1977)
Apart from a Londis the area has no shops.
Apart from one Italian restaurant and two hotels to serve transients comme moi, there is little else.
These journeys to
Sandyford coincided with my discovery of the Edgelands phenomena:
The walk back to the hotel |
‘Edgelands’ are those spaces where the veneer of civilisation peels
away. They are the debatable spaces where city and countryside fray into each
other; those most despised and ignored of landscapes that are part of our
common experience’ - Martin Stott writing in The Journal of
William Morris Studies. Winter 2011.
Sandyford is exciting and desolate after 6pm. Soon, after several fifteen-minutes-each-way-walks to the
office one becomes attracted and attached to this
despondency.
A drawing etched by hail stones in my notebook |
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