Narrow Margins

At the heart of ‘British’ culture sits the pub. A place of exchange, informal economies of folk stories, politics, gossip, foodstuffs, drink. We ask you to imagine a pot of stew in the hearth. The stew has been boiling for hours, days, weeks, months, even years, on a constant fire under the careful eyes of brewers and regulars. A fresh raw cabbage is planted, grown, picked, transported, offered, chopped, and added to the soup, and soon enough is indistinguishable from a rich, complex, robust, unami wholeness. The hands of whoever serves it up are watched by hungry eyes, and blessed without words. The now-satiated traveller makes plans to move and build.

As geographers attend the Royal Geographical Society’s annual conference at Imperial College London, we have gathered organisers, filmmakers, historians, trespassers, geographers, morris dancers, independent researchers, and early career scholars to consider how spatial justice is epistemic justice. All are welcome.

Join us each evening [6.30-9.30pm] of the conference to converse, eat stew, dance, choose a walking tour, hear from those pushing against the boundaries of enclosure, and trespass in London. The house is open each day [9-6pm] to rest, connect, work, study, hang out, and eat.