Spain - 2019


Hand fishing line

First aid kit

Tanning Oil

Nivea Cream



White Shoes

Cool underfoot,


my eyes adjust slowly,

ageing wood and dust,


A church is a church.

Glancing to the left of me

a deep red wall

the dying man held aloft is vibrant,

flanked on either side

by parched houseplants,

leathery leaves that


dust on my fingertips.

Will you weep for me, you, others?

The thin veil of your capacity is as hollow as your form,

dead as the tree you came from,

an artefact, lifeless.

The crimson surrounding you seduces me.

I cannot pray as I know you are affected,

bloody reflection playing across my face.

Dios te salve María

llena eres de gracia

el Señor es contigo;

bendita tú eres

entre todas las mujeres,

y bendito es el fruto

de tu vientre, Jesús.

Santa María, Madre de Dios,

ruega por nosotros, pecadores,

ahora y en la ahora

de nuestra muerte. Amén

Utterances flutter past my aural senses,

the humour of her accent is soft,

consonants flowing,

gently quiet as she communicates,

intimate love shared

Smells assault me now and from memory, merging timelines with

a gentle nudge, whispering ‘ you know this place’. Processions of

travellers emerging from the air conditioning of the planes into the

warmth surround me, I have only one foot in the now as currently

I am taken, taken to an as yet formless memory of place made fromthe past.

Time remains uncollapsed.

I know I was here, with them and mother, I know they came here

before I was and with me when I was. The annual trip to another

land, exotic and promising. He loved the tomatoes and vegetables

from any market, self catered so we could buy Spanish things to

eat and drink, teabags packed as ‘they are not the same here’.

The forest here is unrecognisable, not dark and with no sense of the deep forboding of pine, it is light the trees are smaller and impenetrable from the path

due to the thickness of the undergrowth. We walk on for some time and found no way at all to deviate from the designated

path. A promise here and there only to be barred after a few

steps, the wildlife feels present and close, holding it’s breath

then flurry of movement, a sharp fear rises in my chest when I see

something running on the edge of my vision. A large deer breaks cover and jumps into the

opposite brush.

There are now noises all around and the forest lives.

The whole time we are here, only police and fire service pass by

in trucks and vans, they crane their necks to see us, no other people, slowing down

and they look totally puzzled at our presence. This place is uncanny, in

the true sense of the word, I feel unwelcome and my walking here

unnatural, the barriers either side of the path oppressive,

enclosing. I wonder about the presence of the authorities and lack of any other people.

Dave loved it here, he also loved to grow vegetables and in particular tomatoes, 

‘I could never grow tom’s like this in England’.

He would slice them and fan them across the plate with a large pinch of salt, after which he would smoke a superking cigarette.

Bird Park Malaysia -- 2017

How do we interact with the beings around us? If we are to harmonise, to relinquish our controlling drives in favour of care we will be forced to look at how we live in direct relation to nature and the creatures with which we share this world.

“What the new science of anthrozoology reveals is that our attitudes, behaviours, and relationships with the animals in our lives- the ones we love, the ones we hate, and the ones we eat- are, likewise, more complicated than we thought.”

― Hal Herzog

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