'We ordered a hot cup of tea, debated the relative 'stoniness' of Stony Point ('I've seen stonier,' said Dave, thoughtfully)'
Hypothesis
Explore what lies at the end of the line.
Apparatus
A form of transport, eg train, ferry, car.
Method
Take a suburban train out of the city and travel to the end of the line. If no train is available, choose another form of transport. If possible, find accommodation to stay the night and explore the area that you find yourself in.
Our Results
Taking a Voyage to the End of the Line is the perfect way to re-create a sense of adventure in your own town. You get to travel to places you would otherwise never go to, but depending on your mode of transport, it can take you a lot further than you might think...
Experimental Traveller Rachael Antony:
Great journeys always seem to entail early rising, so in keeping with the tradition of the explorers who went before us we dutifully set our alarm clocks; this was to be our only conventional act in an otherwise nonsensical expedition. Of course, being underemployed arty types, we were unaccustomed to what others knew as the 'morning', and thus it was with sleepy eyes and fuzzy heads that Janet, Dave and I approached the train station at 7.30am the next day. Our goal was to travel to the
end of the line – the intriguingly named Stony Point – and make a film, the details and motivations of which were unclear.
We took the regular train as far as it would go, then changed to another, less-frequent diesel version and chug chugged our way to the end of the line... Having arrived, we stopped at the sole sign of civilisation, a small general store, where we ordered a hot cup of tea, debated the relative 'stoniness' of Stony Point ('I've seen stonier,' said Dave, thoughtfully) and waited for the morning fog to clear from the sea.
Thus revived, we set off carrying the necessities of the day: Dave had brought along his old 16mm hand-held camera; Janet, somewhat impractically, was dragging a large blue beanbag; while I had packed a Famous Five-style picnic lunch, an oversized pair of green novelty sunglasses, a blue water pistol and a coconut bra (just in case). Our wanderings took us to a bleak and lonely seascape where we improvised an Ingmar Bergman inspired exchange between Dave and Janet, punctuated with intense looks and 'stony' silences, followed by a slightly strange and rather incomprehensible love story between Janet and the beanbag.
