Busy days. The busiest. I can’t quite believe that it’s October and yet, also, I am utterly delighted that Autumn has come. I’m craving the darkening evenings and the sweet scents of decay like a man who has been living in a desert. My soul is so hungry, I could eat my own liver. There’ll… Continue reading Busy-ness and the promise of Sound.
If you’re in or about Devon over the next week or so, do come and say hello at the newly-refurbished workshop that Rima and I use in Chagford. It’s open as part of the Devon Open Studios project, until Sunday 23rd September. Details on the invite. Woodburner’s on. See you there.
The last few weeks it’s been a rumour, a half-caught glimpse. An is-it-isn’t-it-? hovering on the edge of my awareness. This morning I caught full sight of it, breathed it full in and had to agree with the words it spoke – ‘Autumn’s coming…’ Plain as the chicken in the fox’s mouth on our steps… Continue reading Black Mountain River time again
Autumn begins. It doesn’t take much; One tug at my feet by Autumn’s grey strangers And I’m away Or rather, perhaps, Returning.