There’s nobody else here, so I pull the camera from my bag and start to take some photographs, until I’m shuttered by an overwhelming feeling to strip back - to remove the paraphernalia of modernity.
For a moment, I disappear: Andy Marshall the frustrated and entitled photographer, the writer, the anxiety ridden camper-van-camino chap - completely disappears.
Legend has it that they are a king and his courtiers petrified by a witch. The story was first mentioned in William Camden's Britannia in 1586.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships