Sunday morning, 13th October 2013, Autumn Equinox

A day of slow, heavy cloud as I walk north. Crockern, Littaford, Longaford Tors; the ground is soft. Beneath me, hidden in the valley, Wistman's Wood. As I enter the ancient oaks I think of a day in 1969 when the artists Nancy Holt and Robert Smithson walked this way. Here within the bough of an oak or a cleft of a rock she left something – Site of Buried Poem #1 (for Robert Smithson). It lies somewhere absorbed by the mosses, ferns and hanging lichen that clothes and unifies the surfaces of rock and tree.