Finding Harmony on Offa's Dyke
Walking Offa’s Dyke, I set out to understand a landscape of division - and found something that brings us together.
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Refined Reflections: The Best of Genius Loci
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📍Loci: Face to face with a host of angels in King's Lynn
Holiness is in the the earth-song of the peeling paint and the arborescent echo from the fissured faces, and sanctity is in the rhythm of the truss, the pattern in the bracing and the un-mappable outpourings of human endeavour held within these walls.
📍Loci: Feeling like an imposter in Wheathampstead
I feel so guilty because being here doesn’t feel like work. It’s a joy to be in such a special place watching dedicated and talented people take care of something that means so much to the local community.
📍Loci: Time Portal: The Porch at Malmesbury Abbey
The light is storyboarding the building and unravelling the beliefs, hopes and fears of the medieval mind by pricking out the small medallions and their contents within.
📍Loci: Finding New Worlds Through Lost Words
When I flip through the old OS maps of the valley chronologically, some of these names evaporate with the passing of time. It's a gradual dislocation of our deep-seated association with place.
📍Loci: In Praise of the Wonky Buildings of Lavenham
I’m drawn to them because of their honesty: the indigenous construction emerges from the ground in organic forms without any regards for symmetry.
📍Loci: A Web of Intrigue at Lavenham
It’s that time of day where the sun reveals and conceals. Pockets of light pepper gnarled and ancient surfaces. At times like this I get caught between my urge to date and categorise and the unadulterated joy of simply observing the pattern of things.
📍Loci: A Long Answer in a Short-Form World: What a Keyholder Taught Me About Language
Language is more powerful than we think. We need it to gloss the world and all those in it. A vibrant, imaginative and descriptive language is the glue that holds us together.
📍Loci: The One for Sorrow Who Brought Me Joy
Each week I send out a short, fresh reflection from the road – photographs, sketches, and observations from old places that still have something to teach us. What follows is a moment from those travels. WORDS So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar...