It’s 7.45 am, misty and fresh. On the rocky, inclining path towards the train station, a procession of gaunt commuters and schoolkids plod in sequence, tiredly brushing off the spider webs clinging to their faces from the bordering hedgerow. Emerging ...

Last Saturday I joined a group of people in Frome to participate in an RSA Frome: Street Wisdom event...Given tasks to walk the streets of Frome alone for 10 minutes at a time and think in specific ways  before regrouping to be set our next assign...

I’ve had a few requests to share the talk I gave at The Unseelie Court event organised by Folk Horror Revival in October. So here it is:    We’ll come back to that guy on the slide later. I’m guessing … Continue reading →

Not any special tree. Just a tree and tidal sky, ebbing to gelid darkness. The last wave breaking of a November day. One final incandescent breath. A path lit – for the moment. To retreat or proceed? Always the same … Continue reading →

It started with a glance out of the bus, A blood red disc of a sandstorm sun, It was ten past ten. The light numinous rather than luminous, As we opened the door to leave Bisley church, Emigrant-ghosts waiting for the Bristol cart, And a six week...

Walkman Erasing. Remixing Dirty Electronics with a broken Walkman for Czech Radio Vltava https://soundcloud.com/ludomatic-1/cassetteerase http://www.rozhlas.cz/radiocustica/annonce/_zprava/–1769682Photo: Max Wainwright

  Maggie Peake describes her relationship with walking as ambiguous. One wet September morning, walking the South Downs, Maggie decided to ponder on the reasons for this,… Read more "What Does Walking Mean To Me?"

It’s not been hours since going live, and here are the latest additions to I am the Walker . com. With the four additions below, we now track 52 blogs about walking. Richard White. Walking. Social Media. Heritage Richard is an artist/researcher, critically exploring walking, social media and intangible cultural heritage, busying himself with performative

I subscribe to the mailing list of the Walking Artists Network, a group of people who write, mostly, about walking, mostly. One of the members collected a list of all the websites maintained by the group’s participants, which I figured made sense to throw into an RSS aggregator. Turns out the group is quite prolific. …

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Exploring co-creativity back in September we went in search of antimapper, walking and sensing the silences, gaps and distortions in the official version of the City. Joined by co-creationists from Europe and South America I hosted a counter-mapping walk across the city. Beginning with 6 city sites..... Co hosted with Katie O'Brien from 44AD and Christina Horvath from University of Bath we walked talked, listened, tasted the walls, touched the stones and told stories of other places. [...]

Videos for Friday and Saturday Main Auditorium Sessions. It’s two months since the Fourth World Congress of Psychogeography held in Huddersfield in 2017. The Friday and Saturday sessions in the main auditorium were streamed live and now we are happy to have the recorded videos on VideoHud. Friday:  https://videohud.cloud.panopto.eu/Panopto/Pages/Viewer.aspx?id=35b7f952-f43e-4f52-a777-28524e5b3e9a Saturday: https://videohud.cloud.panopto.eu/Panopto/Pages/Viewer.aspx?id=33167394-753d-4497-acdf-559963c81513 Of special interest is […]

--> I wake and lie in the warmth listening to the wind bashing about the house.  Woken several times last night as the wind started to make its presence felt I’m in no hurry to get up. Looking out I can tell it’s a Westerly. Waves below the house are racing out towards the sea beyond the voe.  The sparrows are desperately battling across the track to reach the sunflower seeds I’ve strewn underneath the window. Rain sweeps in. Check the weather forecast: 'Blustery wintry showers on Thursday, mostly of rain, sleet and hail at first, but turning back to snow later. Strong W’ly winds veering N’ly and increasing to severe gale force at times. Minimum temperature 3 °C’.Definitely a day to go to Voe of Dale and check what the sea is doing.  Driving bumpily down the pot-filled track I can see waves hitting the black rocks on the far side of the bay, and sit in the car watching for a while, feeling the wind buffeting the car. I’d like to walk out along the cliffs to the end where the crashing sea is forcing spray high up the cliffs, but the way the car is moving about it’s probably not a good idea.  Forcing open the car door I grab my rucksack and start to walk along the edge of the low cliff; well it’s more like lurching as gusts blow me about. Anyone watching would be excused for thinking I was drunk.  Every so often a blast of freezing spray hits me. After about ten minutes of stumbling about I stop and find a slightly sheltered spot to sit and draw. Black sea flecked white, breaking waves running fast towards me, wave after wave driven shore-ward. Rain then hail then the sky lightens, a gleam of blue,  a dark rain curtain sweeps across the horizon. The view becomes blurred and then the rain hits me again. No need to bring water, it's here in large quantities. Graphite and watercolour and pastel mixes with rain and sea. Packing up I stomp determinedly back - albeit at a slightly crazy angle - towards the car. Fists clenched I won’t be beaten by the weather.  Off to Silwick to check out the stacks.  Sheep scatter as I walk across the headland to look over the edge at the stacks. In fact there's more wave activity further out to sea here, waves breaking high over the rocks just off the shore. The wind, still pretty strong, hits me in blasts, but if I get down lower it’s a bit easier to control my progress. A bruised apricot patch opens up on the horizon in the dark rain-filled sky; the sun is starting to set. Almost immediately I open my sketch book rain and hail hit me. The page in soaked but I persevere, working white pastel and black water block into the water as it runs across the paper. I draw frantically with a large stub of graphite. Well it kinda works.  By 3pm the light starts to go - time to get back to the car where meet the local crofter who’s been feeding his May lambs in the shed; they have to get used to taking food from the bucket instead of the mothers' milk - it takes a while before they are hungry enough. He's impressed I've been out there drawing. When I tell him I like bad weather he looks quizzically at me.

What kind of Five Year Plan should Tolworth have? I would like to see a commitment to keep and manage its green spaces sensitively – because they are what make Tolworth special. I was shocked to hear Tolworth referred to as a ‘ghetto’ by staff and students at Kingston University while I was studying there. … Continue reading Tolworth Treasure →

Walking, Connecting and Creating Writing the Map has been exploring the dynamic relationship between place, walking and identity through a series of events and walkshops, focusing on… Read more "Walking, Writing, Connecting"

It was the right morning to visit my silent friends again. I hadn´t seen them for a long time and I knew they would be where they always are. But when I approached the beach I thought for a moment they were gone, the space inbetween the big trees wa...

We’re testing the next major release of Dérive app. Come and test with us and help shape the future of Dérive app. Dérive app has been completely rebuilt from the ground up. Functionalities are simplified, the app is faster, with a code base that...

I presented the findings from our project “Concept for paths and landscape perception in Munich’s greenbelt” at the LASIE-Congress. Walking the green belt with different groups of stakeholders revealed talents and challenges. Walking Workshops helped t...

I think that light makes material space … light is really the primary form of our habitation and makes surfaces come to life. The surface holds what we project into it. It is an active site of exchange between subject … Continue reading →

Remember, remember the fifth of November.... its a First Sunday this year and we'll be almost following the semi fictional footsteps of Guy Fawkes by exploring Salford Quays. We'll aim to get to Harbour City Tram Stop at 2pm (will wait till about 2.15 before we move on because public transport!). If you want to travel with other loiterers we will get the first tram after 1.30 from St Peters Square. All very welcome, please note the email on our website isnt working so if you have any questions or need to get in touch please do so here or email loiter@hepzombie.co.uk Cheers x