Molloy On The Shore
Staverton Thicks
In July I posted Elizabethan Oaks about the ancient oak trees of Hatfield Park, which prompted comments recommending Staverton Thicks, a dense, primeval woodland with the oldest oaks in East Anglia. I was intrigued. I’d not heard of it before. Continue reading “Staverton Thicks”
As I Roved Out
Into the woods with Sam Amidon to pick his banjo and holler some crazy music. Could this be Epping Forest or is it Vermont? The album was recorded in the Green Lanes of north London. Sam is playing at LSO St Luke’s tonight, October 26. You might also like to see him At Le Poisson Rouge.
Christopher Corr At Kensington Place
Swimming With The Fishes is one of Christopher Corr’s many new paintings for the Art Wall at Kensington Place. They’re bright and colourful, optimistic and uplifting pictures of a piscine* paradise (*fishy in English, swimming pool in French). Continue reading “Christopher Corr At Kensington Place”
Kuroshio Sea
Churaumi Aquarium, Okinawa. This is the main tank, the second largest in the world with 7,500 cubic metres of water. It is called the Kuroshio Sea and is home to whale sharks, manta rays and lots more. The video is courtesy of Chris Barnes and the music is Waterways by Ludovico Einaudi.
Nu Tones
Knockin’
A musical interlude from Carolina Chocolate Drops and the Luminescent Orchestrii: Knockin’.
The Man Who Planted Trees
Jean Giono wrote this classic tale in 1953. It tells of a shepherd’s singlehanded reforestation of a desolate valley near Digne-les-Bains in Provence by slowly and devotedly planting acorns. Many who first read it thought it a true story. The author described it as an allegory intended to encourage the planting of trees. This enchanting animated film was made in 1987 by Frédéric Back and it is narrated by Christopher Plummer. Giono’s story may perhaps have influenced Joseph Beuys – 7000 Oaks.
Three French Abbeys
This is probably one of the most famous lavender fields in all of France. It is cultivated by the monks of the Abbaye de Sénanque and blooms in early summer. By the time we got here it was all over. We hadn’t intended to come but the road from Venasque to Gordes was closed at Sénanque and we could go no further, so we turned around in the car park. That was the nearest we got. Continue reading “Three French Abbeys”