The North Marsh is an idea of place; a thought in the minds of people who lived in hills and craved nothing more than the reassurance of flatness. It has gone through eons without change and was subjected to enclosures like most of the UK. Those dreaded acts combined with the industrial revolution drove people to the city of Bristol from where they now return as commuters. Inhabitants of small communities designed for no other purpose than to sleep and to travel from. Yet if you move within the landscape and view it from an ancient hill fort of Cadbury or Wolebury you will see a dynamic and angry land carved and cut to suit those enclousers. The arbitrary and violent hedges of the landed, give a scarred and fractured appearance to the earth, punctuated by the heedless sun.