Eastward toward an undercast sky from Hangingstone Hill, 603 metres There is an inherent tousle between the solid and the indistinct on the moor. I’m never entirely sure what will be underfoot with my next step, where the faint trail I follow will branch out and meander, diffuse into fescue and bent. This is a … Continue reading Headwaters and wonder
Since the start of March, when I moved here to Broadhempston from my temporary perch at Schumacher College, I have been exploring my neighbourhood in ever-more circuitous peregrinations -- and since the national COVID19 lockdown here in the UK, my running and cycling have all been based from home; day by day my GPS layers … Continue reading Hedgerow Constancy
Boethius, Consolation of Philosophy, Book I; part 7 The light becomes the afternoon, and we are still snugly swaddled in the chrysaline furze of late September's gloaming-fall—the month always ever perched at the end of one thing and the start of something else, dappled first in flecks of stil de grain and draped in ever … Continue reading Emergent
Climate Run 