Pennine Lines w/c 4 February 2025

We tread between stones placed with a purpose, we climb among carved curiosities, gutters, lintel slots, reminder that we’re not the first to be drawn to these places. To find them special in some way, to attach significance to them, a link to the past and the future is felt. And it’s not just us seeking a quiet bit of refuge in the woods; approaching the boulders something dark and muscular is disturbed, and swiftly disappears away, antlers deftly weaving between the trees as we stumble clumsily through the undergrowth with ungainly slabs of foam on our backs.