There was nothing but white noise. I was standing in the centre of it, shaking from the adrenalin that surged through me with the fear of slipping as I jumped from one wet rock to another, trying to keep myself steady while holding a 44-metre spread of sixty words that were weighty with water. At… Read More
Notes from the Dark Walks/2: A journey into Langstrath Valley to spend sunset and sunrise with the Birch… Read More
Planning the installation at the Langstrath Birch – bringing blue to the tree Read More
When autumn days are clear and warm, as they have been for the last week, the land comes alive with shades of gold, and the low sun picks out and burnishes the land. On Monday for our public walk to the Langstrath Birch we strolled for five hours through this vibrant landscape, always with the… Read More
When the sun has dipped below the western horizon but it’s not yet dark all around is velvetine. The fells become a felted mesh of colours: browned bracken; grass made luminous green by the simmering light; crags greyed and subdued now there are no certain shadows, their harshness is hidden by the half-dim; trees lose… Read More
There’s a tree by a river. It has come to be my favourite tree – and possibly it’s one of my favourite rivers too. This tree isn’t special because it is the oldest, or the widest, or the tallest. It has strong appeal for me because it holds its place with grace and strength. A birch,… Read More
