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Hiraeth and Hwyl: Ketamine Dreams by Sophie Willard Van Sistine
The artist Sophie Willard Van Sistine reflects on the impact of the medication she takes for her chronic depression in this brilliant and personal visual essay
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Hiraeth and Hwyl: an introduction by Pamela Petro
Hiraeth is the name the Welsh have given to the gap, the space—call it ‘the long field’—between my two experiences of home.
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Remembrance to the boar by Chloe Broadfield
My identity, as much as theirs, is entangled with the mountain rock and the wild thyme, the ibex and the boar.
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Lincolnshire Voices: a photographic coda by Neil Sentance
Now there was a general air of dereliction, as if the mellowed bricks knew they’d soon be demolished to red dust.
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Extracts from a Nature Journal by Alex Boon
The heath full of leggy looking foxgloves coming to their end.
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Five New Poems by Julith Jedamus
Standing by road and railway,
you flaunt your modesty, wave
dirty handkerchiefs at bankers
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Where the river flows out to the sea by Patrick Limb
But sometimes, somehow, places are in your bones.
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The Water’s Question / The Wind’s Answer by Phil Cope
This was the time of the fiction of early promises. The uncomfortable compromise between the necessities of finding paid work and of safety.
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Nature Doesn’t Always Taste Good by Peter Wohlleben
the majority of the meals our ancestors ate tasted completely different from the meals we eat today.
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Something of the Marvellous by Andrew Pastor and Patricia Barrett
Waves ebbing over shingle, breaking over rocks, swirling around reefs – all here inland.
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Simon Moreton at the Festival of Nature 2021
Simon Moreton discusses his book WHERE? in this film for the Festival of Nature
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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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