Chaw Gully, Postbridge, Dartmoor: Walking down the shallow valley, you reach a network of forked ravines gouged into the earth by centuries of tin mining.
Category: Hart of the Wud
Welcome to The Hart of the Wud, a phrase I’ve borrowed from Russell Hoban’s novel Riddley Walker. It’s a place in the wild forest, with all the resonances that entails.
I have been awarded the Gaston Bachelard Scholarship to study an MA at Dartington College of Arts.
I was taking some video on my phone on Hardown Hill when a woman in a red coat walked across the shot.
A video response to Thomas Hardy’s poem ‘Afterwards’ filmed in Dorset and showing nightjars at dusk.
I’ve been commissioned to write a piece for Nightjar Nights by English Nature and the Land Lines project at the University of Leeds.
Some thoughts about being locked into place, written from Little Toller Books’ blog, The Clearing, in April 2020.
What happens to Francis when he’s demoted to a rural posting? Wild Apples is a short story first published in Dark Mountain 14.
Four summers ago I nearly died. The pain in my gut got so intense that I was taken to A&E, where I lay on the waiting room floor for hours.