What you find as you go west is a different kind of Britishness; you find the Celtic view of the world, driven west by successive invasions but which has survived and in some ways is reviving: the idea of life not as something that is absolutely rational and ordered but something where you have to listen carefully to inner voices and spirits and the strangeness of things. Whether it’s King Arthur, or the ley liones, or even the crop circles, life can be less prosaic if you just listen and watch. And this is what these pictures are talking about.