“Many regions still have their old ways, connecting place to place,

leading over passes or round mountains to church or chapel, river or sea.”

~ Robert Macfarlane, The Old Ways, 2012

What will you find in reminders of ‘old ways’; the broken fence or worn path, the plow at rest, the abandoned bird home. What story lives in the hand-hewn wood, the forged metal, the sharpened corner, the log secured? Objects created in love, their shine or style made real as much by a dream as the drive to survive. Years have passed - 10,000 or 100 - but little time. One step taken, then another, over a mysterious globe blanketed with earth for soft walking. What once was ‘all’, we call ‘outdoors’, a place we visit, but know immediately as home. ah

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