‘Thats why Alfred Watkins, author of The Old Straight Track, apologist for ley lines, man of business, haunted this country. It had been the locus for his original revelation: everything connects and, in making those connections, streams of energy are activated. You learn to see. You forget to forget, to inhibit conditioned reflexes. You access the drift. Watkins was an outrider, a brewer’s rep. If he were still in the game he’d be jockeying a Ford Mondeo around the motorway system, stumbling on the karma of the M25, speculating on London’s orbital road as a prayer wheel, a dream-generator on which the psychic health of the city depended.’ From Landor’s Tower: Or the Imaginary Conversations by Iain Sinclair.