
Andy Marshall's Genius Loci Digest: 21 March 2025
I think of how fortunate we are to have these places. I’m grateful for the spaces that engage us, that challenge the mundanity of the everyday.
This digest revels in the in-between, the transitional, the presence of absence. My camera with its dials and knobs and sharp focus has taken me into the blur of things. It has taught me that because things can't be measured it doesn't mean that it isn't there. The spirit of things, the essence of our places is as real as my shutter button.
I think of how fortunate we are to have these places. I’m grateful for the spaces that engage us, that challenge the mundanity of the everyday.
Then, instinctively, I reach into my bag. My fingers graze the edge of my sketchbook. It’s such a comforting feeling - that first touch tingles because of the depth of its meaning. Should I?
Amidst the medieval ridge and furrow are lumps and bumps that mark events from the past, reverberating through this place. It was at Repton that a great Viking army wintered in 873 AD under the leadership of Ivar the Boneless. The lumps and bumps are the boundaries of their camp.
The weight of history here is a press. I am so taken in by what I see that I sit down on the cold slab to absorb it. This is a place that has held fast in the eddying tides and swells of chaotic times.
As I sketch, the people of this town come and go – their conversations rise and fall. The bar staff change shifts; time dissolves, and outside, the timber framing stands unmoved.
✨ Many will feel the pull to hurry past these words, gripped by the restless urge to scroll onwards. But should you find the courage to linger, to resist the tide of haste, you will be performing a quiet kind of magic.
As well as appealing to my pareidolia, this face - this worn and weathered fragment of the past - embodies the words of St. Jerome: ‘the face is the mirror of the mind and confesses the secrets of the heart.’
Walking through it is a wonderfully absorbing experience, akin to wandering through Pompeii or Herculaneum.
Their survival would articulate a faith in the long view; it would signal that we still have the capacity to consider future generations, even when we are not here to witness the fruits of our labour.