The fifth installation: seven stones, a poem created during seven hours walking, and thoughts on tension and points of view. Read More
Points of view and settling with tension
A Tale of two Sundays
On the last two Sundays we have forsaken the warmth of a cosy bed and headed out into the cold. We wanted to share what the trees witness: darkness, stars, the quiet of night, the half-light that comes with a full moon in a cloudless sky, and the coming of day. We were rewarded with… Read More
Rising: poetry in place
Yesterday was one of those autumn days when golds, reds and greens become dazzling against a bright sky. Glencoyne Woodland was dreamy – sunlight making the canopies of ash, oak and sycamore leaves a play of translucent colour. Once again the weather forecast was spot on, and our choice of day to hang the orange… Read More
Being drawn in
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
the Light Walk
Seven Trees Seven Days, embracing the Summer Solstice More than eighty miles walking The Lake District’s highest fells Camping under the sky’s short nights That’s it. We’re committed. Our bags are packed and our route is planned. Tomorrow we begin to walk from the Little Asby Hawthorn, the easternmost of the seven trees, and steadily tread… Read More
Public Walk #1: the Under Helm Sycamore
The weather was in our favour. We set off in a light drizzle, which you might think is a bad thing, but it felt very welcome after the searing heat of the last two weeks. Clouds were teasing the tops of the fells all around us, concealing, revealing, and adding a drama to a landscape coming… Read More
What the children say
Ah, so it’s not just about a single tree! A child’s comment to us today – ‘I thought it would be just about a tree, but it was much funner,’ kind of sums up, in a nine-year-old way, what has been going on over the last few weeks on our days with schools. We’ve… Read More
Darkness Fell: Painting a tree with light
in secret untrod land of night hawthorn riding stonebone waves of an ancient sea spirits are starlight At the beginning of the project we knew that we wanted to visit the trees during all of the seasons to experience their landscape in different types of weathers. Feel what they have to endure through the annual… Read More
A Woodland of Words
A gathering of poems about trees into a woody anthology – contributions are coming in. Read More
The age of trees
Time is wrapped in moss, bud, lichen.
Gnarled bark holds secrets of years
for a wild tree never tells … Read More
THE LONG VIEW 