quite often i like to tuck myself away on a moving train on the cambrian coastline - i’m happy there. sometimes i forage for songs in the hedgerows, put them into preserving jars and wait for them to mull. a bicycle takes me on journeys to secret gardens where people and plants seem to grow well together. the migrating birds teach me about finding “home” and keeping close to warm air where flying becomes a little easier. wild and tiny habitats seem to make good performing places to share singing stories and watch the seasons change through the evening light.