Poet & Freelance Creative

The oldest stories were told to connect people: to each other, to a place, to a way of life or social structure. Poets of former times weren’t simply artists or peddlers for those with leisure time. Poets were kept close to political and military leaders, as chroniclers. Poets followed their king into battle. Often theirs…

Immediately I understand how much this project will be about the individuals who participate as it is about the valley. My focus is forced upwards to the faces as we speak; yes we are talking about Eskdale, about land and nature BUT these words can’t be taken in isolation from the voices who speak them. …

I experience fear when the valley vanishes entirely into mist. At the point when I no longer see undulating curtains of rain, like aurora; instead I’m gazing over the auburn edge of bracken into white. I felt alone before. Beautifully alone to sing, to greet particularly fine herdwicks as I pass. Suddenly, I’m aware of…