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Tuesday, 2 October 2018


Crossing over to the Moors..."I've pitched my tent on a small farm at the foot of the moors. I'm lying in a buried stone circle sheltered from the bitter autumnal wind coming from the West. When you cross the threshold from the familiar land of trees and hedgerows to the bleakness of the moors there's a shift in energy. It's strong, spiralling, disobeying and rebellious, air whirling, an energy that feels creative, raw, sacral, rooted yet unbounded and free flowing..."

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