Thorson's are (were?) a publisher I associate more with wholefood cookery than epic explorations of British pre-history, but something about this concept and project by Julian Cope of The Teardrop Explodes fascinated me. I waited a long time to get hold of a copy, in the end succumbing to the Oxfam Online sale (where it was still, I think, the most expensive book I've ever purchased, and that includes niche textbooks)
It continued to be a difficult book to get hold of even once bought and the pages even more so - as a literal object it has to be one of the worst bound books with which I've had dealings. Indeed, a little put out that various places in Derbyshire are unmentioned, I wondered if those pages had simply dropped out, until I checked the gazeteer.
Mr Cope is big on mind-blowing and mine has been, realising just how much neolithic history is still there to be seen and far more dramatically than I had assumed (even though, as I say, it misses out places in my area) I don't have a major interest or level of knowledge, so I don't know how bonkers his various interpretations and theses are but I was certainly intrigued by his suggestion that everything went downhill for women when those Bronze Agers and their weapons came along (but weren't those flints sharp?) His insistence that it is the structures in the context of the natural landscape that matter has given me much more of an appreciation. He's interested in just being in these places as well as the satisfactions of knowledge and exploration.
The book opens with interesting essays and then moves into a far from dry gazeteer. Each entry has a contemporaneous description of his visit (mud, wind, rain, cold fingers often feature but then so do picnics and his wife, Dorian, and small children. There's a nappy change and messy squishing of strawberries) There are only slight hints to him fitting this all in around the (performing musician) 'day' job. There are close up and wider shots of the sites, some with people: he goes through a few hair changes in the course of his 'odyssey' and the people provide scale. Dorian appears in a startlingly sheer blouse at one point. Some sites are easy to get to - roadside, or even in one case with a road straight through a circle, others clearly required a good deal of planning, walking and permission. Permission was not always readily granted by the livestock. By 2025 some of the previous millennium's navigational issues are feeling distinctly period.
An absolute joy. I needed to get through the book to discuss for my book group's theme of 'a book by someone who wasn't a writer' - but feel faintly bereft now it is over.