The title of this series is taken from a poem by A.E. Housman ‘A Shropshire Lad’. It imagines the past as a ‘land of lost content’. Although there is no specific locality there is a clear sense of rootedness in both memories and places where memories were made. It is perhaps why this poem works so well with these landscapes. In this particular day and age when a lot of us seem to have lost a sense of belonging these images offer us a space beyond ourselves. They draw you in and make you wonder as you look back on your own seemingly innocent, but certainly lost youth. And though the memories may not be sad in themselves, their lostness is as what once was ‘cannot come again’. This is the land of lost content.

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.