this week was the last Salon for this season,
hosted by the fabulous
these evenings have been a rare treat:
settling down with a plate of delicious food,
a glass of wine
our faces turn to the beautiful programme
a fascinating journey to places I know:
spaces I have discovered too:
those that leave you feeling a bigness
outside yourself:
then an introduction ....
to the man who engaged us
for what didn't seem long enough ....
he charmed us with tales of marshalling Brent Geese
on marshlands:
of forests with trees carved like tattoo'd men:
scars bloating as trunks rise:
camping out on a desolate Essex coastline
to escape light pollution and witness
migrant birds:
his friendship with the late Roger Deakin:
"a free spirit and a green man"
exciting glimpses of an ongoing project
yet unfinished:
of invisible boundaries:
dogger land:
snow lines:
spacial transitions:
how landscape shapes language:
memory maps and response to your environment:
we could have listened all night:
how lucky, I feel, to have witnessed
this fantastic finale:
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