The last field in England
"Elected Silence, sing to meAnd beat upon my whorled earPipe me to pastures still and beThe music that I care to hear."The Habit of Perfection, Gerard Manley Hopkins Today I walked across the last...
View Article'From Gardens Where We Feel Secure'
Music, like landscape, is an endless treasury, with new discoveries patiently awaiting happenstance. One of the blogs that I most look forward to viewing or reading, though I struggle to keep up with...
View ArticleThe Book Of The Lost
Find out more on The Rowan Amber Miller and The Book Of The Lost web sites.
View ArticleKes: A Kestrel for a Knave
"The wood ended at a hawthorn hedge lining one side of a cart track. Across the track and beyond an orchard stood the Monastery Farm, and at the side of it, the ruins and one remaining wall of the...
View ArticleRewilding: An Alternative View
The latest issue of Landscapesjournal is now out. It includes a review article I have written entitled Rewilding: An Alternative View, a critique of the lack of understanding and appreciation of the...
View ArticleThe Crossing: A guilty pleasure of heroic endeavour
After watching Adam Nicholson’s excellent recent two-part exploration of the history of the British whaling industry, I felt suddenly impelled to dig out an artifact of my musical past: a slightly...
View ArticleDeep topographers; quote, unquote
“We are surrounded by the greatest of free shows. Places. Most of them made by man, remade by man.”Jonathan Meades“The search for Utopian landscapes is probably an endless one, but I do know that by...
View ArticleExploring landscape on the web - new blog
One of the first actions when setting up this blog was to put together an evolving gazetteer of the broad, diverse and ever-expanding range of landscape related content on the web; with the intention...
View ArticleLandscape in particular 8: Siarpal in the Vale of Ewyas
“In the deep vale of Ewias, which is shut on all sides by a circle of lofty mountains and which is no more than three arrow-shots in width...”Gerald of Wales (Giraldus), The Journey Through Wales,...
View ArticleThe Epic of Everest: 'Still climbing - and then, no more'
Image courtesy of www.bfi.org.ukI have finally found time to watch the BFI’s new release of The Epic of Everest, the contemporary film of the 1924 British Mount Everest Expedition, directed by Captain...
View ArticleA dream of common cause, common weal, common wealth
As the somewhat dismal forces of nationalism, Utopian pipe dreamers and neo-con capitalism collide in Thursday's Scottish Referendum I may not have a vote, but I can daydream about a more rational...
View ArticleGoat, Sweden and psychedelic genius loci
A little off the Landscapism beaten path this one. I spent the early hours of Sunday morning with 1,500 like-minded souls crammed into an old warehouse in Liverpool’s Baltic Triangle, adjacent to the...
View ArticleThe rhiw paths of the Black Mountains: liminal ways, old beyond memory
I have written a piece for The Clearing web site on a very specific genus of pathway, a sub-group which has a particular form, character and locality but remained unburdened by formal categorisation:...
View ArticleThe Incredible String Band - Be Glad For the Song Has No Ending
It would seem appropriate to usher November in with the autumnal melancholic strangeness of the Incredible String Band, via a suitably idiosyncratic documentary called Be Glad For the Song Has No...
View ArticleOf idle days afoot in England and Patagonia
A new addition to my reading pile is Afoot in England by W.H. Hudson, perhaps the least heralded member of a loose triumvirate of pioneering writers on the natural history, landscape and rural way of...
View ArticleReliquiae Journal - Volume Two
Reliquiæ is an annual journal of poetry, short fiction, non-fiction, translations and visual art, edited by Autumn Richardson & Richard Skelton. Each issue collects together both old and new work...
View ArticleWhere is the (human) life of the fields?
After a two month lay-off due to a ruptured Achilles tendon I am glad to be back out roaming again. A day of late autumnal brilliance led me to a favourite place, the hidden combes below the hamlet of...
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