when the plane returns to land back at gatwick i imagine jerusalem playing through the tannoy, conjuring visions of pastoral identity. england’s dreaming, the myth of tea on the lawn seldom seen.
even though albion has no official national anthem the proposal to have blake’s poem about milton adopted seems to have lost ground. the increasingly homogenised shop fronts of middle town england obscure any connection to the fabled green and pleasant: wether the land portrayed by the cultural past ever existed, or could be a reality today, does not stop it from lingering in the collective imagination.
small towns no longer appear to harbour bowler hats and warm ale, heritage seems a tourist attraction. but aside from the swinging sixties media updating that surfaces during the world cup, albion does lie hidden around us – a walk through hendon revealed that monuments and dedications can be glimpsed to this invisible country.
here are some high street solicitor firms guarding albion.
19 St Peter Street, Winchester36 Willow Street, Oswestry, Shropshire80 High Street South, Dunstable, Bedfordshire