Each Monday afternoon, at 5pm, he leaves the writing room, calls The Old Lady of the House to attention, gets her into her lead, and leaves his home for the hills. Past the old houses, all that red brick and corrugated iron, the good, thick chimneys, some windows with stained glass. Past the houses from the ’60s and ’70s (not two of architecture’s best decades) and past the newer houses on their big blocks, massive blocks, until they’re five-acre lots complete with post-and-rail fences and four-wheel-drives in the driveways, gazebos too, and water features.
It’s not until he takes a side road and the walking becomes steeper and he and the dog begin to puff that his mind starts to settle and empty. For this is what he wants: emptiness. There’s no Facebook up here, no Twitter, and no one can phone him because the mobile’s back on the fridge where it should be.
The road climbs ever higher, and now there are small paddocks with sheep grazing absently between stands of struggling eucalypts. The sheep are oblivious to the view, but they shouldn’t be – it’s expansive, and endless, which is not so much a fact but a feeling. To the west is the low rump of a range, wind-turbines barely visible; if they’re turning he can’t tell.
But it’s the south that he’s here to see. The south is a very different view: glorious, rolling, distant mountains; they must be somewhere between Braidwood and Canberra. The blue could be from a different planet.
So here he is, late on Monday afternoon, up on the ridge at the edge of town, looking south into that other, mountainous world.
Decades ago, when studying landscape architecture for his undergraduate degree, he discovered J. Appleton’s ‘Prospect-Refuge’ theory. It explains much about the world. Humans are attracted to views because they can gauge what sort of weather’s coming, or see an advancing enemy. Refuge is all about protection no matter what, which is why we like to sit in public places with our backs against a wall. It makes sense.
When, an hour later, he’s back home and the Old Lady is having a well-deserved drink from her water-bowl, he googles J. Appleton and his or her theory. But there are no references to it. Not one. Did he make it up?
Even if he did, it doesn’t mean that it’s not true.
(First published in Panorama, The Canberra Times, 21 October 2013.)
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November 1, 2013 at 9:16+00:00Nov
Agnes
I can’t sit with my back to a room, and whenever I go out for a meal I always have to sit in the seat that offers the most protection . Everyone knows this about me, my boyfriend, family, friends. They all tell me I’m crazy, but now I can tell them about Prospect-Theory – they don’t need to know if it’s true or not!
Liked this post very much Nigel.
November 1, 2013 at 9:16+00:00Nov
Nigel Featherstone
Hi Agnes, well you can tell everyone that you’re not crazy at all. I’ve just done a bit more research and the theory is true: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jay_Appleton (according to Wikipedia, at least).
November 1, 2013 at 9:16+00:00Nov
Agnes
Oh excellent. Thank you Jay Appleton, I shall be referencing you often!
November 2, 2013 at 9:16+00:00Nov
Nigel Featherstone
Wonderful!
November 2, 2013 at 9:16+00:00Nov
Gabrielle Bryden
Very interesting Nigel 🙂 Our instincts are never far from the surface (despite how civilised we humans erroneously believe we are) imo I might disagree with you about the sheep however – just guessing, but they are probably even more aware of the view than you and I (my alpacas are keenly aware of their immediate landscape – being a captured prey animal in a fenced area is kinda boring and so they focus intently on everything in their visual sphere – their interpretation of the visual as a view is obviously up for debate – hahaha – I’ll have to ask them one day 😉
November 2, 2013 at 9:16+00:00Nov
Nigel Featherstone
Hi Gabe, love your take on the whole animals-being-well-aware-of-their-surroundings thing. I’m sure you’re right; in fact I just want you to be right. Wouldn’t it be great if, say, cows get to the end of the day and say to each other, Another day in paradise huh?
November 4, 2013 at 9:16+00:00Nov
Gabrielle Bryden
it would be great 😉 moo