Walking through heathland and woods. The constant soundtrack of traffic becoming louder on emerging into a clearing. Crossing the threshold. A bridge that spans the broken landscape. A concession to the scar on the terrain. The ‘A3 Pond’. Small, overgrown and low in water level, a created oasis for wildlife from the extracted ground in the construction of the motorway. A newt gliding silently through the muddy morass, whilst metres away an articulated lorry hurtles to Portsmouth to slake the perpetual thirst.