THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Baked-mud smells, river smells, a hot-blue sky, a warm, wind… Not to mince matters, and to offer you, in passing, an impromptu theory, sexuality perhaps reveals itself more readily in a flat land, in a land of watery prostration, than in, say, a mountainous or forested terrain, where nature’s own phallic thrustings inhibit man’s, or in towns and cities where a thousand artificial erections (a brewery chimney, a tower block) detract from our animal urges.

Swift/Waterland, 1983