For just over six years, he has been venturing out each Friday morning to walk across the lanes, fields and hills around the West Country. This is not an epic venture to conquer peaks and forge new paths, but rather a way to follow the decidedly older ones. It all started because he wished to live deliberately, slow down, feel connected to the land and its stories. Each walking day he sets out by bus or train to match up with the point he previously left off, threading his way around familiar places. If the journey is humble and slow, dictated by country bus timetables and his supply of dry socks and hot coffee, so much the better. He makes careful drawings and objects he calls artefacts and in the short videos that document the walks, his voice is absent, his presence almost as a witness to the natural world and lives of others happening around him.