Coming Soon
The Save Our Fields GPS AR safari is still in the workshop — the squirrels are rehearsing, Rusty's polishing his best standing-still pose, and the creatures haven't finished being shy.
"PSST… a squirrel told me the password."
The Front Line
"This field has been a meadow for a thousand years — it may not outlast us, so enjoy it while you can."
Why Save Our Fields?
The (Sort of) Famous Five
"The Famous Five of the field, if you will — though there's been no lashings of ginger beer yet. And they're shy. Cameras make them nervous."
Good manners
"Everything's better with friends — and even a field knows it. I've stood here thirty years and watched every season turn, and here's what I've learned: nothing stays forever. The blossom goes, the harvest goes, and one day the field itself may go. But a walk shared, a laugh at the stile, a creature met and remembered — that stays. So come, and bring your people. Enjoy her while you can, and carry the memory with you. It's the one thing they can't dig up."
Location needed
Rusty needs to know where the field is. The walk runs on your phone's GPS — without it, we'd just be guessing.
"I've been guessing for thirty years. I'd rather use the clever buttons."
On iOS: Settings → Privacy & Security → Location Services → Safari. On Android: Settings → Location.
Ready to set off?
Quick pre-flight — let's make sure the camera and the clever buttons are all awake.
"That's the field, right there in your camera. Tap when you're ready."
"Why not do your bit for the field? Write to your local MP — a letter, on paper, by snail mail. That's how we do things here. The post is in no hurry, and neither should you be. Pop 'the field' in the envelope, and I promise you'll make their day — MPs aren't used to being written to about anything that isn't potholes. Half the village writing about one meadow, and they'll feel properly popular. And keep an eye out for a very determined fly — he's been dodging the Pope's ghost since 1159, and he's a slippery little so-and-so."
Field Diagnostics
The field unit's tune-up — what's awake, what's sulking, and how to wake it.
"Every button on this panel is for poking. Poke the ones that look greyed out — the field unit thrives on attention, and a good poke sorts out more than you'd think."
"Something's stirring out there. Get a bit closer and it'll show itself."
"A picture's nice — but why not scroll down and grab your very own selfie with it out in the field? Don't forget to tag us, mind."
The Field Roll of Honour
"Some claim badges they haven't earned — that's between them and the badgers. The ledger forgives, but it never forgets."
The Campaign
Save Our Fields is a community campaign to protect a historic meadow in Abbots Langley from development.
This field has been open meadow for over a thousand years. It's home to wildlife, a lung for the village, and a living link to the landscape that monks, farmers and one famously fly-slain Pope once walked.
This walk is run by SaveOurFields.com, in association with The Abbots Langley Association.
How you can help
We can't promise the diggers won't win — but the field deserves to be seen and loved while it's here, and that part is up to us.
Share the safari — invite friends and family to take the walk.
Support the campaign — visit saveourfields.com to pledge your support.
Talk about it — tell your neighbours why the field matters.
Questions, comments, complaints, ideas? Send us a message
Privacy
No accounts, no email, no fuss.
We collect no names, no emails, and no precise locations. Your walk is yours. The meadow keeps no record of you beyond what you choose to share.
GPS is used only to detect when you arrive at waypoints during the walk. Your position is never recorded or transmitted — the field unit only works out a coarse zone ("stop 3", "the hidden nook") for anonymous analytics.
Camera is used only during AR sightings to show you the creatures. The camera feed is never recorded, stored, or sent anywhere. Photos you save never leave this device — they live in your phone's browser only, and there's a burn-the-photos button in the field journal.
"Poof! Gone — and between you and me, we've no time to look at our own photos, let alone anyone else's. The field unit's one camera is pointed at the badgers, not your camera roll. Your snaps stay on your phone — we'd never have it any other way.
P.S. — and if you ever delete your account or clear your photos, don't write to us asking for them back. We can't. They're gone. Seriously."
Microphone is used only when you choose to listen for a chirp — the friend-by-song way to meet a fellow ranger. It listens only while you're listening, and nothing is recorded or kept: the chirp carries the same throwaway code as the QR, by ear instead of by eye.
"The birds have been carrying messages across this field for a thousand years — we've only just got them on the payroll. When you listen for a chirp, the field unit hears a song and keeps nothing: no tape, no diary, no filing. Sing yours, hear theirs, shake on it — and the meadow forgets the tune the moment it's done its job."
Field Ranger name (optional) — if you claim a name at the feast, we store a scrambled, unreversible hash of your secret word, not the word itself, and a public display name you chose. That's what powers the Roll of Honour and lets your badges follow you across devices. Forget me wipes it from the ledger at any time.
Pledges ("Join the defence") add you to a field's citizen count — one tap per device, no name required. Nothing more is kept.
Analytics events (like "quest started" or "creature sighted") are sent anonymously to help us improve the walk. They contain no personal information. On the campaign website, our contact form runs its own meadow-made robot check — no Google scripts anywhere.
Everything else stays on your device in your browser's local storage. Clearing your browser data clears it.
"No accounts, no email, no tracking — and I mean it. I know what a 'free' app costs; I used to work for them. Your data's not going anywhere it isn't wanted here. You give me a name and a password, and all I keep is a scrambled whisper of it — ask me to forget you and I'll forget you. That's a promise, not a feature."
Questions, comments, complaints, ideas? Send us a message
Sources & Credits
Map
Base map styled for Save Our Fields (a storybook parchment take on the village) and bundled into the app so it works offline. Map data © OpenStreetMap contributors (ODbL). Rendered with Leaflet.
AI art pipeline
Character, prop, scenery and badge artwork generated locally with FLUX.1-dev (Black Forest Labs) via ComfyUI, cut out with BiRefNet (Apache-2.0), and assembled with in-house Python tooling. Prompt-driven, non-commercial.
Photos
All field photographs by Chris Hurley.
Fonts
Zilla Slab (display) by Mozilla. Nunito (body) by Vernon Adams. Permanent Marker (Rusty's notes) by Font Diner. Jim Nightshade (handwritten) by Astigmatic. DSEG7 (digital clock) by Keshikan. Black Ops One (field-unit stencil) by James Grieshaber.
Illustrations
All other SVG artwork and scene illustrations created for this project.
Icons
PWA icons designed for Save Our Fields.
Made by
Developed with ♥ by Vivid Atom
"They tell me this whole walk was built over a few crazy days with OpenCode and DeepSeek Flash v4 doing the typing. I've no idea what that means — but if there's a glitch, blame them. If it's lovely, that's me."
Field Journal
The record
Your creatures
"'Right,' said the badger, and reached for the clock. Sightings and score go; your badges stay put."
"I've got exactly one badge: 'Stays Where Put'. The weather stamped it, the blackbirds countersigned it, and a squirrel once used me as a postbox. It says 'Stays Where Put' because my joints and I have a binding contract."