Harridge Woods on the Mendip Hills are somewhere I have walked for the last 30 years and know well. It has many histories embedded in its earth. Sadly there is ash die-back in the woods, so I avoided going into these areas. I walked, drew, wrote, thought, photographed, and filmed. The result is a series of images and a film with text as I search for a woman called Frances Allen who once lived there.
It also responds to the words of activist/writer/educator/artist Alan Gussow:
‘The catalyst that converts any physical location – any environment if you will – into a place, is the process of experiencing deeply. A place is a piece of a whole environment that has been claimed by feelings.’