A space for thoughts that arrive while walking and that may linger long after. A quiet journal of landscapes, moments, behind-the-scenes and processes.
003 What Do We Owe The Hills
We were just setting off at the base of Kinder Scout. Pika and I, alongside my mate Dave and his dog Winnie (Pika’s best friend). We were adjusting boots, checking bags...
002 Why I Still Call Myself a Hobby Artist
People at markets often ask me if I do this work full-time and they tend to be surprised when my answer is “No”. I tell them, “this couldn’t be my career” and they smile...
001 What Counts As A Walk
I’ve been thinking about how often walking is measured by what we overcome. It’s there in the particular language that follows us into the hills....