THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

At times I’m navigating more by a sense of sound than anything else, my ears following the wind as it traces the surrounding topography, implying a hill to the south or a sudden falling away of the land to the north, then bringing the roar of a waterfall, or runnIng water, then the call of an invisible kestrel, and the sound of restless trees, full of rumours and whispered oaths, hundreds of them, close by but hidden from sight.

Armitage/Walking, 2014