‘It’s not like working here’, said John Esling. ‘It’s like a dance’.
Pronouncement of the day on this, another glorious, rainless, sunshine October day, and day 3 of creating a boundary around the pond.
Sal and Nicky’s willow woven along the southern boundary of the pond.
More stakes made
Finished staking out the hazel hornet headland (HHH) so named. Where the guitar will gently play, Smoke on the water.
Binding began, the triple roller binding at the top and double in the middle to dissuade even smaller people. Paul now proficient at double binding.
Lots of cutting, pointing up. Some standing back to see. Hornbeam and hazel stands that fall in the pond edge are cut and laid.
The albums of Brian Eno discussed, My Life in the Bush of Ghosts (1981)
As we drink tea at the end of the day, John concludes: It’s not excluding so much as including the pond. And please mention the Japanese concept of Ma.
Shall we move the ammonite?
Meanwhile, Christian and Misha laid the chippings towards the pink parachute, and found some fungi.
Kinda Forest School 