Short, beautiful days. Photos by Calum Creasey in Northern Sweden.



Sleep well, Thor


Independent journalism network Contributoria published an article about a new definition of wild. A friend who knows my writing well asked why I'm stuffing these articles so full of quotes. I am writing this way to show just how broad and involved the thinking around these topics is. In writing about interconnectedness and our relation to nature, I'm expressing timeless human questions. We all know this, and feel it, I believe. 






A rare chance to spend time researching in the British Library. The illustration is a noaide drum. 


Eden Project

The Eden Project gave me an incredible opportunity to spend four hours teaching 16 chemistry PHD students from Bath University. My brief was to challenge their world view, and through a series of activities and discussions I believe this was achieved. Due to the inclement weather, my part of the two-day course took place in the rainforest biome at night.


North Songs

Cool to see a little feature in Carve Magazine this month, with accompanying shots by JBow. Extract:

We form a knowledge of the rise and fall of tides, the twist and play of the wind across the water, the bend and kink of the swell and the sand or rock below. These are lessons you cannot learn in books, from Ordnance Survey maps, off the Internet. These are lessons of exposure, grafted into our minds and memories. 




Neat American/Japanese/French lifestyle website Terasu are carrying a range of my articles, starting with Peripheries.



Nordic Surfers magazines kindly published a spread of words and photos called 'Solitary'


Huffington Post

My recent Huffington Post article, Nature Connection Will Be the Next Big Human Trend went viral, with 24k likes and over 6k shares. Please like and share if it strikes a chord.


Edges of Sanity

photo Tom Kay


The film Edges of Sanity is now live on The Guardian. Below is the text of the poem. 


Edges of Sanity



It’s been said

On far shores, weary mariners hear voices

Songs so beautiful they cast a spell

There is no choice but to hear.


They claim these whispers hold a message

Each ear hears different music

But the same call hunts the senses:


Without risk, there is no beauty

Without chance, no adventure

Through suffering, wealth without limit


So we scheme and plan

And tell nobody of our dreams

Shuffle cards, chance vague variables

And tread endless road miles until

Close against cold ground we toss and turn


And summon black water



For I am of the waiting deep

The great denier, the poised fist

Stalker of pitch oceans

Whose fingers twist about your throat…


I swallowed the sad pilgrims

Who fell to flat reef, their vessels sunk

Into water bitter as winter night

Beyond the edges of sanity


I am the waiting teeth of the rocks below

The grinning maw in the clouds

Bearer of the hourglass - killer of the short dim day


Who beckons you to dare



The north song does not stop

Power in that promise

Goes beyond common meanings


You have walked in footsteps new

What was before will never be again

But memories of lined faces


And in the glowing after

Breaking bread the sweetest knot

All weight shed - light extraordinary


Until my whisper comes again…

And the future begs your listening 

The future begs your listening