Bunyan’s Dell

I took a drive out to the Chilterns yesterday to look for Bunyan’s Dell near Preston in Hertfordshire. For about 90% of the journey I was cruising along busy grey roads – M11, M25, A1(M) – and then, quite suddenly I took a turn and was enveloped by those luminous greens of late spring. Instead of the oily, dusty reek of car fumes the breeze coming through the open window held a mild musk of cow parsley and rapeseed. How quickly the balance can shift, in the city I feel like everything is built and dead but when I escape …

The singing gate

I’ve just got back from my two-week field trip to Scotland, which went really well. The films are in the lab at the moment and I’m waiting as nervously as an expectant father to see what everything looks like. I’ll be writing about my experiences climbing mountains and crossing peat-bogs in due course but I wanted to post this little curiosity as a taster of things to come. I was walking by the coast on Skye, on my way to photography an oronsay and a tombolo, and while passing through a gate I suddenly heard music. It turns out that …