The more we stray from the ancient path of sharing stories about wild things, then the further we distance ourselves from nature, its wisdoms and wonders…

Quannah Chasinghorse, an eighteen year old Gwich’in and Oglala Lakota youth, is one of the many young warriors around the world fearlessly leading the charge against advancing corporations and development giants, in an ongoing battle to save what's left of the wild places.

The pioneer spirit and groundbreaking research of Sylvia Earle kicked open the door of the dusty and pompous scientific institutions of the mid/late twentieth century. She took fearless risks with a shrug and a smile, her legacy for countless female scientists, explorers and visionaries endures to this day and will continue to do so well into the future.

Yes scientists will argue that talking trees and mother trees is over anthropomorphising, but this is exactly what is needed to wake the world up, we know how important and beautiful trees are, Suzanne Simard’s work has created a fresh bond to our arboreal past, she has made us take a second closer look at trees and forests and the wider environment and ask ourselves, are we are doing enough to look after them? 

In 1962 Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring was unleashed upon the world, nothing this accessible had been made so publicly visible and available before, this was a brave revolutionary book that slammed a fist down on the legislation office table shouting no more!

After waking from a night of unsettling dreams, Gregor Samsa became increasingly aware that something was amiss, ‘lying on his back as hard as armour plate’, he peers down at his ‘vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs’, his pitifully thin legs ‘waving helplessly before his eyes’

We carry birds in our hearts, they have been around 150 million years longer than us modern earthbounders, our culture is impossibly entangled with theirs. Birds have shaped us, we have immortalised them in art and literature

There is a blue that falters the step, that journeys the eye beyond the physical, that invites you to step inside, to surrender to the void and allow yourself to become consumed. When lying in the sun there it is under the skin of your lower eyelid…

What to write about at Christmas?

The brilliant white oblong angled before us had an hypnotic silent allure, just seconds ago, even when all around was noise we became consumed by it, and have been countless times before

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is, in the eyes of others, only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself”. William Blake

1891, painted in large relief moss green figures above the upper most corner window states the year of completion. This blunt arrow head building aiming across the junction towards St John's church

Our work takes us to some intriguing, wild and fascinating places, this week was no exception. An island only reached by crossing a salt marsh causeway that is often reclaimed by the sea on surge assisted spring tides

We have been deep in research these past few weeks, developing ideas that present us with some exciting new challenges

Storm Francis delivered the north coast of Cornwall a spectacularly tempestuous lashing, the distant boom from the swell that was punching Pentire head could be heard from our shuddering caravan a few miles up the Camel estuary.