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A show of ice and snow

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The snow is melting away, the streams rush full and the ground squelches again. The birds no longer pester us for food as the worst of the cold is over……. for now.

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Our friend Mr.Robin looking fluffed up

Its been a hard time for everyone, we are sure, and we have received reports of people stranded and roads closed. We’ve had lots of folk write in and ask how we’re coping in all of this cold and snow, so here we’ll show and tell. Read on……

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Snow Pictures

Here are some pictures from the last month of frostiness, in no particular order. Click on the images to make them bigger. To read about how it was for us out in the snow, click HERE.

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our house has teeth...

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o the holy holy, o the holly tree

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25th morn song

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cold times

Click below for more frosted photographics…

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A House Springs Up

We are staying in beautiful Welsh woodlands, in Radnorshire. We’ve been here for the last 6 weeks. We’re under canvas, with hazel, oak and ash above, preparing for the full onslaught of winter.

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Autumn

Busy we’ve been, with a home to build, as well as a working camp to house us meantime.

We’ve seen through the end of Autumn, and the leaves fell around us as though they’d never stop. Now, all is down, the sap lowered, vitality all drowsed. Everyone has worked finger to bone, and we’ve come close to exhausted.

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Tired boys

Thankfully, we’ve found good allies in these Welsh hills, such as Annie and Simon, Eddie of Mellowcroft, and Anne of Rhyader. The warmth and dry air of a conventional building can be incredibly restorative, but only for a short while, as all that enclosed space gets stuffy. People in houses seem to get colds, we have noticed, while we outside just get damp and chilly. It’s a trade off, of sorts.

Rest will soon be known, when we’ve gotten all our systems and selves properly aligned for this winter sure to set in deeply soon.

If you’d like to see and hear more, including our first arrival, the growth of camp, our findings with cob, straw-bale insulation, herbal first aid, songs, coppicing, and west Wales, click on reader…

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Settling into a Welsh Woodland Home

Camp has been struck. Our enquiries bore fruit, and our Kentish rest has been left behind. We are settled into the woods in Cymru.

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Under the a-frame. 2 days into the woods

We are near Llandegly Rocks in Radnorshire. We’ll tell more presently. Thankyou to the many people who suggested a good place to stay. We’ve been offered a full variety of woods, huts, yurts, valleys, gardens, hillsides, in spots all over Cymru. Soon, we’ll write a list of all the communities and projects we’ve discovered in asking for a winter home.

Meantime, here is a recap of what’s been going on over the last few weeks…

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Ed, Will and Ginger animation

This fantastic little animation to the song “Staines Morris”, was made by our friend Rufus Herbert.

Call for Winter Help

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Hello.

We hope this turning Autumn finds you well.

As the seasons rush on, we all keep pace.

Our path over the last 7 months led us to St David’s, to our great delight. From Canterbury, this counts as a half-pilgrimage to Rome, we were told ( it’s actually double, a Welsh lady assured us).

in St Davids, between rains...

We travelled back from Wales toward the bright lights of  London Town to sing a gig in the South Bank Centre, which went down most well. Microphones were turned off, and all the bright lights kept the audience invisible, so we just chattered and jumped about, having fun. It seemed to work…

Back in Kent, irresistibly drawn to respite, we’re now making various winter preparations. Stockpiles of wool, dried fruit, and tools, are piling up slowly. We have been dyeing clothes with walknut husks, making chutneys and syrups from plums, pears and rosehips. We’ve dried many apples, and gathered pig-weed seeds, nettles, fat-hen seeds, acorns, sea-beet, and other bits. We are trying to be winter-ready.

Oour winter plan is to stay in one place, in woodlands, beneath temporary straw shelters to evade the worst of the cold wet. Being still will be a real treat, and will let us learn the skills that cannot be practised while constantly walking. Taking a good rest is a crucial part of  nomadic tradition.

The Fire Seed Bursts Open

When the snowdrops rise, we’ll be walking on, northwards. We had always intended to be in Scotland by now, but we’re not. All-willing, we’ll be there next year.

So we’re on the point of launching into our winter adventure. We will be a group of fourm with Ayla and Rose joining us. This new gang has a better balance than Ed and Will only, and our skill-resources and capacity for good work are thus greatly broadened.

Very soon, we’ll be heading back to Wales. We’re fermenting, pickling and drying the abundance of autumn wild foods, nuts, fruit and grain, and almost ready to head out again. The only missing detail, right now, is where we’ll go.

We still don’t know the place, the right location for this adventure.

We really want to be in the middle of Wales, as we’re enjoying very much the learning of her ancient language, and the depth of community in this oldest of landscapes. We are discovering great love for Cymru.

Llyn y van fach - the source of Welsh herbalism

So the question is…

Can you help us find our place for this winter?


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not here ed...

For 5-6 months, from now till March, we need to borrow a small patch of woodland. A stream, good trees, and permission to build temporary straw-bale shelters, is the sum of our needs. These shleters can be dissembled, or left standing, when we depart.

We will live as low to the ground as we can, gathering food and tending our space, collecting water, building an earth oven and a kiln, making baskets, spoons, bowls, cord and tools. We will ground ourselves in craft, to deepen our relationship with the objects we use everyday, that each small thing can be beautiful, and hold its own story and power.

Cave light at Symonds Yat

We hope to raise our strength for the spring, and record another album of songs while we’re at it. And, there is the matter of the book we’ve promised to write. It is going to be a beautifully busy winter.

Song-singing in Bradford on Avon

We’ll be filming this chapter of the journey, and potentially invite the occasional expert along, to teach us tricks we can document and share.

Everything we’ll need, we’ll have with us, and we will be no burden for anyone.

We want to get to know our neighbours, help out with local projects, and partake in local culture and traditions. We’ll probably also be singing a lot. But the essential plan is to be quiet, still, invisible and calm.

If you know of anywhere that might be suitable, any woods with streams that are owned by friendly folk, please send word.

Likewise, if you have good knowledge of temporary winter settlement, in any respect, please write and advise us. Tips, tricks and templates, whether general or intensely specific, are absolutely needed. If this is not your area of expertise, but you know someone who does specialize in long cold wet months outside, please put us in touch with them.

And lastly, if you somehow possess an excess of…wood-burning stoves, kilner jars, iron bath-tubs, solar-panels, honey, beeswax, demi-johns, seasoned firewood, straw-bales, chisels, a throwing axe, green canvas, wool, hides, fleeces or sheepskins, please let us know.

Thank-you very much, friends and strangers alike, for sharing the time to follow our small journey.

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it is not getting dark

if you have good knowledge of temporary winter settlement, in any respect, please write and advise us. Tips, tricks and templates, whether general or intensely specific, are absolutely needed. If this is not your area of expertise, but you know someone who does specialize in long cold wet months outside, please put us in touch with them.

winter bless

Because i believe…

A short video of Ed, Will and Ginger singing in car park of the Royal William public house, on the outskirts of Stroud. July 2009.

Ampfield Woods to Romsey…

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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.

Read on….

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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.

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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?

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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…”

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rising and falling, the sweet sorrow sings