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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes there's no easy way there. You have to walk for miles. There's no

My new ‘Dog’ gets me out most days. Holds me to account. Gives me

My Grey Mare’s Tail trip was quite a wild ride. The temperature was below

I meant to spend a few days in the Derbyshire Dales but it wasn’t