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Meditative Rhythm by Ed Kluz
the line between landscape and architecture becomes blurred, and a view of the farmhouse as a living organism emerges.
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Bread Salted with Tears by Ken Worpole
‘farming is not only work, but the witnessing of a great mystery, the mystery of birth and growth.’
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On Rathlin Island by Dara McAnulty
After dinner, song bursts from every corner of the sky and we stop to listen in the twilight.
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The Ramsbury Elm by Peter Marren
The village of Ramsbury, where I live, is best known for a natural landmark: a tree. It stands, or rather it stood, where four roads meet, in the exact centre of the…
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A Year in Kingcombe by Anita Roy: October
Kingcombe is not just a place for enjoying the natural world, but for changing the way we view it, for telling new stories about our relationship with it.
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Coal Measures by Paul Evans
What dies in the coal forest falls into the water: horsetails, tree ferns, dragonflies and crocodiles rot under the surface of the swamp.
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A Year in Kingcombe by Anita Roy: July
The hottest, driest June on record had simply extended unbroken into July, and apart from one brief downpour, which barely managed to soak the topsoil, looked set to unroll till the end of summer.
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Quartz by Linda Cracknell
In the summer of 2016 I part-rode, part-pushed my bicycle, loaded with a tent and some art materials, across the narrow waist of the Udal peninsula on the Hebridean island of North…
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My Rock by Tim Dee
In hospital, I was often asked to rank my pain on a scale of one – not so bad – to ten – deadly. I answered, thinking of the Avon Gorge near my home, its savage gash of limestone perpetually wounded by a muddy river.
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A Year in Kingcombe by Anita Roy: June
It was a typical English summer’s day, in that it felt like early November and I was regretting not bringing my gloves. The wind clawed through the sycamore and chestnuts, yanking their leaves back at the wrist and setting their silver undersides streaming, while above them, the hilltops vanished into the low-bellied clouds.
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Made in England by Fran Edgerley
She loves the stories hidden in the landscape – particular hedges, the small paths that signify cross-breeding links, farming styles, a new kerbside or a route home. To me Dorothy Hartley is a fellow student following the complex web of how the physical, natural world translates to our daily and cultural material experience.
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Beyond the Fell Wall by Richard Skelton
Richard Skelton has spent nearly half a decade living in a small valley, high in the Furness hills of Cumbria, in northern England. Beyond the Fell Wall is a distillation of his thoughts and observations on this particular patch of land.
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