Excerpt from text produced for the publication accompanying Energy Systems at Well Projects, Margate, 2020.
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i walk to the top of a hill the spring sun shines i hear the sound of lapwings alien noises ive never heard before dinosaur voices gurgles and squeals the sound of radios coming in to tune who am i where am i the rubbed down mountains of the pennines are softer and harder than other places today we saw an oak cleaving close to a neighbouring pine siblings maybe it had grown straight and vertical matching its near neighbour none of the twists and warps of its cousins in the same copse the oak mirrors the pine the pine helps the oak get higher maybe they support each other and grow stronger and more stable together the crunch of the deep layers of beechnuts on a high path above the river the knowledge that the vibrations of my movement rearrange the underwood and change the paths of tiny rills move the worms and the beetles to slightly different trajectories and these movements the flipping over of a pheasant carcass the snapping of a hazel pole the water in my out breaths will change the course of the erosion of the gorge and make the river flow differently in time
