I read Robert Macfarlane’s “The Old Ways – a journey on foot.” It’s a beautifully written collection of stories describing ancient walks that are disappearing now through lack of use. “Landmarks” is not a book about walking, however, it is a book about loss, mainly the loss of language. MacFarlane’s concern is that once you lose the names for “things” you lose the “thing” itself. Your experience is diminished and your world is compromised.
“Landmarks”” is an attempt to preserve these words, thereby preserving a small part of the world and enriching our experience through language.
I will hold on forever to the word “smirn.” It describes an extremely fine misty rain almost imperceptible until you are quite wet. I encountered it in Scotland on a mild spring evening while walking to the Castle pub in Dirleton with my husband.
MacFarlane records the word as “smirr.” But this was not my experience. Mine was softer, warmer with a touch of love.
“Landmarks” is a labour of love for those who cherish language and experiences preserved through words. It is also a journey through cultures that are disappearing with the loss of their vernacular. It’s worth a re-read.