Ampfield Woods to Romsey…


happy boys and girls

Ampfield forest is a fair harbour for our new group of four. Susie’s new tarpaulin home is soon strung up, and after a first night’s classic downpour, in which she enjoys her first night of wet feet, it is swiftly re-strung and tightened.

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Susie and the Great Woodland Tumble

Being a short photographic exposition of how the combination of a heavy bag, fidgety exuberance, and gravity, might altogether cause a young girl to tumble in the woods.



Farewell Ginger…

We are no longer walking as a group of three. Continuing to walk this strange path is Will and Ed, but no longer are we accompanied by Ginger.

So where did Ginger go, and what is he doing now?


fare well, and joy be with you

Well, this walk as a three was always experimental. We did not know how well our group of 3 would work, and to an extent we did not share an entirely common vision. This, of course, was a good thing, for the more perspectives, the more we all can share new outlooks, and enjoy a wider field of sight.

Ed brings to the group his fluency with flickering ideas, his slow ascendance into showmanship, and his dreamy meanderings, inside of which he stands like cloud-built castles.

Will brings his charming ‘hello-manship’, his ability and desire to communicate with all people, and his slow steady holding of plots and plans, and his intent to protect.

Ginger brings his deep resources of craft, his awareness of the environment, his farsightedness and his trust in his ability to shape and adapt the environment around him, for the greater good.

All these qualities (and more!) we all brought walking with us, to share and learn from each other.

But not all groups are destined to remain together. Ginger had less of an impulse to share this journey with the world, while Ed and Will were intentful on the act of outward-communication. This meant that we were, asa group, more and more likely to desire separate existences, and although we loved to walk together, and especially to sing together, the journey had its paths for us all, which we slowly came to realize.

So Ginger applied for an apprenticeship with Mike Abbott, a renowned green woodworker who has done much travelling himself in days not so far gone by.

Ginger initially was writing a formal application, when an email from Mike came through: “I was sitting on the toilet, reading Permaculture magazine, when this page opened in my hands and there you were. No need for the application, just turn up when you can!”

It sort of makes all that work worthwhile, when the rewards are as simple and clear as that.

So Ginger, from Petersfield town centre, bid Ed and Will farewell. A funeral was going on in the town centre at that time, and it too was a confusing affair. People in flash suits were milling about chuckling, drinking and discussing cars.

We too felt the strange pull between sorrow and relief, as the unity we had all been trying so hard to maintain was mercifully broken, so we might all once more re-focus our energies inward along paths of less resistance.

Ginger then walked off, at breakneck pace, to get to Herefordshire in the next few weeks. We heard word of his swift travels through the south, which were dedicated to distance-coverage, and thus punished his feet and back more severely than our three-part walk of slow discovery.

It was a hard parting, but refreshing for us all, and certainly for the best. Will and Ed will continue to take the strange slow path of  outward-showing, while Ginger takes the creative journey of spokes and wheels and chairs and all.

His companionship will be sorely missed, yet we know that he will be skilling-up with his hands all dusty and full of good wood shavings, his heart full of the songs of creation and shaping.

And we will, when the road allows it, meet again and sing as a three with all the high glory we have known and shared.

“So it’s fare thee well, sweet lovely Ginger, ten thousand times fare well…”


rising and falling, the sweet sorrow sings

Sustainabilty Centre to Winchester

With Ayla, we walk to Old Winchester Hill, sing in a 300 foot hole, and then stay on St Catherine’s Hill for a few days while singing all over Winchester.
It is a lovely time.
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Petersfield to the Sustainability Centre

A jolly stroll, in which we meet ghosts, and the wizards of Permanent Publications. We learn a few new songs, and feast on food from a bin.

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The Boy Scouts dance fire-side

We are glad to have met and sung with the Scout movement. They are curious souls, eager to learn and improve their interactions with nature.

The songs they sing are, however, strange and slightly fearsome, but so it goes.

They told us stories of how their boyfriends had dumped them for taller blondes…and these were girls of 9 years old. It was an education to learn where youngsters are these days, and truth be told, they are just where we are.

Big up the youth.

Midhurst to Petersfield, Petersfield, Petersfield…

We walk into Midhurst, sing, and then head off to meet Paul Kingsnorth, the world famous super-writer who did us so proud in the weekend Telegraph.

Then we spend serious time beneath the South Downs, singing for boy scouts, and meeting old friends.

Parting comes soon after, as we three seperate, to come a 2 and a 1.

Read on, reader…