WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHY BARNEY MARSH
Thee phone call, when it came, was a surprise. Usually I’m treated to emails from behind the veiled curtain of the Singletrack offce; they’re normally terse and to the point – and they are usually enquiring as to the whereabouts of the copy I promised them the previous week. Or occasionally, the previous month.
So to actually have a voice on the other end of the line was a surprise, and it was pleasant to perceive it as vaguely human. “Ley lines,” it intoned. “We want you to write an article about ley lines. We reckon they’d be great things to use for mountain biking.” Yes, I paraphrase (I may have been hungover), but that was the general gist.