It turns out that our maps are invisibly littered with places that don't exist.
Here's a photo of one: the village of Argleton, West Lancashire.
Now, if you squint *really hard*...
No, please don't do that. It's an empty field.
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Except - this "village" appeared on the books of estate and letting agents, employment agencies and weather services.
It appeared in the addresses of local businesses. It was on Google Maps, as late as 2009...
And it's always been an empty field.
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What the actual what? Aren't there people *checking* this stuff?
Yes, of course. They're called cartographers. The incredibly hard-working folk who make our maps.
Reassured? Don't be. *They* made these fake places.
Deliberately.
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By "they" I mean "their predecessors." The reputable cartographers who first surveyed our landscapes - and fought pirates.
Map-making was expensive, so some folk 'cut corners'. Copy a competitor's map, change the colours, stick your own logo on. Hey, who'd know?
(Arrr.)
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To prevent their maps being stolen, cartographers injected fantasy into their work.
An imaginary street here.
A non-existent mountain there.
Tiny changes in out-the-way places - acting like a hidden signature, undeniable proof of ownership that'll stand up in court.
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That's how Agloe, N.Y. was created.
The name is an anagram of the initials of Otto G. Lindberg and Ernest Alpers of General Drafting, one of the “Big Three” main publishers of road maps in the U.S. between 1930 & 1970.
Agloe is fake to the core.
But now it gets weirder.
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In the 1950s, some enterprising soul looked at this empty intersection, & said to themself, “You know, with a few groceries & a lot of love I could make a real *go* of this place.”
They grabbed an Esso map to get the name right - and so the Agloe General Store was born.
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Skip forward a few years.
Mapmakers Rand McNally (one of the other “Big Three”) releases its own state map. And someone at Esso (which bought General Drafting’s map data) spots “Agloe" & presumably thinks “aha! Got you, you thieving b---”.
Up step the lawyers.
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Rand McNally's winning defence:
Of *course* Agloe is a real place. Not only is it on the official state maps...look! There's a general store. There are *people* there.
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Thanks to the first volume of Michael Palin's diaries, I've just discovered the glory of one of the greatest travel pieces in British publishing history.
In early April 1977, The Guardian published a 7-page travel supplement on this "little-known" island nation:
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Great attention should be paid to the place names being used here.
Also that this is 1977, and web design wasn't a thing yet.
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The accompanying adverts were impressive - especially if you took the time to read them closely.
One thing a life in the UK poorly prepares you for: when Autumn turns to Winter in the Mediterranean, it generally does so with a BANG. Last night here in Corfu, a storm punched through, and I lost a table and nearly all my underwear.
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At 5am I wake. The house is vibrating like the god-emperor of all washing machines is on spin in the basement. Something smashes outside in a twinkly way. I peer through the curtains. Rain howls past my face. Then the balcony table flips past, hits the railing and explodes.
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It's closely followed by the metal laundry rack that currently has all my pants drying on it. It somersaults, then wedges between the wall and the railing, right on the brink. All my underwear is about to be scattered across Corfu and maybe mainland Greece. I must act.
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