One year on: trees, meetings and meanings

It has been a year since we began our repeated walks to these seven trees. Winter’s rains, winds, snow and frost have played with each one; a spring has teased new life into them and turned the land around them from pallid sleep to green; summer has given them warmth and light; and autumn –… 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

Waiting for the stars

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

Drawn to the wild places: Walking with Natural England

We have been getting to know the Little Asby Hawthorn pretty well, visiting repeatedly, day and night, in winter, spring and summer. But what we really need to help us find out more about the land that the Hawthorn stands in, is an expert. In the space of a few hours with botanist Deborah Land… Read More

Back from the Light Walk

Seven days in the fells, simply, walking. No roof but the sky, air always fresh, bodies engaged,  minds on the simple task of putting one foot in front of the other and the gentle but necessary concentration that comes with that – walking on uneven paths with a  heavy load requires a focused mind. When… Read More