Fenland represents a unique kind of landscape where “the human footprint is simply too massive now to ignore" (Ewing, 2014). It is a silent battlefield between the nature and the man: since the salt marshes were drained, it has been constantly shaped and reshaped by the human and natural forces.
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On the way in
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Rapeseed at Burnt Fen
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Forty Foot Drain
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Sixteen Foot Drain
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Bedford Level South
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On the way to Little Ouse
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Burnt Fen burning
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On the way out
There is something unnerving about driving through the vast emptiness of this man-inhabited seabed, some parts of which sit around 2.75 metres below the sea level. With its sinking roads and falling telegraph poles, it is a landscape in transition, in movement. With its boundless horizons and infinitely long roads and dykes, it is a silent, timeless landscape. It has the spirit of emptiness and the sense of void about it.
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