“What would be left of human action, human traces, human constructions, human buildings and wider ripple effects of humans after that length of time…assuming, that humans disappear in the geologically near future.” A fragmented road trip through Britain on the peripheries. Down empty roads, off in the wilderness, a few lone stragglers. My first stop geologist Jan Zalasiewicz, talking about the Earth in One-hundred millions years time. ~from the author site~ Ben Rivers’ I Know Where I’m Going documents a road trip undertaken by the artist earlier this year. The title is a nod to the Powell and Pressburger movie of the same name, the location of which – the isle of Mull – provided the end point for the journey. Contrary to the title’s assertion, Rivers didn’t embark with a clear plan of action, depending instead on a faith in ‘serendipity’ and a willingness to let the people he encountered shape the film’s direction. As our slideshow attests, this approach paid dividends; the trip turned out to coincide with February’s intense (and intensely beautiful) snowstorms and saw Rivers encountering a fascinating cast of geologists, beekeepers, hermits and eccentrics. ~