Created from clips caught during my recent Mull Deep Dive this film

This is a curious little film. One of my very first. I

My rtelationship with Ravens goes back many years and began with a

I lived with Newborough Forest for a few days seeking a story

I spent a few days living on a carpark just west of

I wondered if this may happen. As the drizzle descends on the

Green Man Language. Pond slime, buckets of it. Green, ish, yellow, brown,

Being Alder. The river melds with her voice. And the distant motorway.

Tidal Dreamings. When I can’t sleep I imagine myself wrapped in the

Conversation with Nettle. Nettle - what can I say to you? Bringer

The Moor The soil, black and thick. It runs deep and soft

I love it when the first leaves emerge after a long winter.