An Ode to Climbing Plants
Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

Is there not something magical about a plant growing up a wall or fence?

I’ve always had a bit of an obsession with ivy, despite the negative aspects of it covering your home. It grew all over the house I lived in until the age of twelve and when I see it crawling over our current house I swell with a little nostalgic happiness. I think this may partly stem from The Secret Garden too. Both book and film conjured this magical place with doorways hidden in ivy, to be brushed away like curtains if you knew the right spot.

A few years ago we fed my climbing plant addiction with a passion flower. If you haven’t seen this plant before then look it up now as it has an other-worldly bloom and climbs fast (and everywhere) in tight twists and curls. We had to leave it in our old garden as it had become completely entwined with the house. The new occupiers are probably less than happy about it but my current garden will not feel complete until one of these plants entangles itself in somewhere.

Honeysuckle is the classic climber, and I have such fond memories of my grandparents garden arch festooned with this sweet and heady bloom. Some believe that honeysuckle grown around a home’s entrance can bring good luck. We’ve just planted some by my new workroom so here’s hoping a little luck will run that way…

So many plants that I am fond of are connected to memories of my childhood. I suppose this is no surprise as my family loved to be in the garden, but it does bring a nostalgic edge to my own forays outdoors. The magical aura of climbing plants enhances this feeling but I find I do not mind. If all I must do to find a little escapism is sit beneath a climber then I consider myself quite lucky. We could all use a little escapism every now and then.


Jessica Townsend creates slow and sustainable fashion at House of Flint. Follow her behind-the-scenes on Instagram here.

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The Healing Power of Nature
All images by Jessica and Lewis Townsend

All images by Jessica and Lewis Townsend

The birds are singing, the trees whisper in the breeze, and the clouds move slowly across the sky. A peaceful vision that calms my mind more than anything else right now. Why is that?

There has been a surge of “prescribed” nature the last few years- the idea that being outdoors can cure your ailments, both mental and physical. Standing in this moment of calm after a day filled with anxiety, I can see why.

I suppose the physical benefits are relatively clear - exercise has long been used to improve various aches and pains - but how does it apply mentally?

It is strange to feel the benefits of something without understanding how or why. My husband suffers from depression and finds a long walk does more to help his state of mind than most other things he has tried.

“Walking is generally good for my mind and anxiety as it helps me rationalise things and go over worries in my mind whilst being half-focused on the walk. I never become too focused or panicked about single thoughts.”

I suppose in this sense it is the mild and pleasant distraction of the outdoors that helps. Though it is true we can be mildly and pleasantly distracted by other things, it never has quite the same affect. Books, television and even socialising to some extent are more complete forms of escapism from our own thoughts and concerns. This perhaps only provides respite rather than helping to a cure.

Of course, anxiety and depression are far more complex conditions than that which could be cured with a brisk walk, but the first step - metaphorically and physically - can be the start of a change that, if we can commit to it, has a much bigger and far reaching impact on our mental well-being.

So, in these worrying times when we have all become more anxious versions of ourselves: feel the wind in your hair, the sun on your skin, take a deep breath, and take that first step.


Jessica Townsend creates slow and sustainable fashion at House of Flint. Follow her behind-the-scenes on Instagram here.

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Finding a Creative Muse
Elvis the sheep.

Elvis the sheep.

Given the name of this site, it will come as no surprise that we like to create in the countryside, but does that simply refer to a location, or something more?

Creativity requires inspiration, and though the countryside can provide that by the bucket load, it can sometimes be hard to see how. When you’re stuck in a bit of a rut creatively, constantly searching for a muse can seem to do more harm than good. You end up chasing something that can only have real value if found organically.

This is where the countryside, or any part of nature, can help. Immersing yourself in the outdoors not only has a calming effect, it can clear your mind enough to let it wander at will. You may spy a shape or pattern that unconsciously resonates, and sparks a tendril of thought that leads you back to those creative projects.

Years ago, there was a day when I found myself sat on a train, not particularly thinking about work and staring out the window idly. My eyes focused in on a cobweb stuck to the window itself and I thought how beautiful it was. The next morning as I walked the dog I saw another cobweb covered in morning dew and suddenly these two cobwebs became a fabric in my mind, and sparked the beginning of a new project.

I remembered this experience recently when searching for inspiration, and instead of focusing on the work I had to produce, I sketched what surrounded me instead: the bees, the branches and the horns of our sheep, Elvis. The latter took me back to the work I had put to one side, and still inspires aspects of what I do today.

If you want to find your creative muse, think about why you create and what excites you. Find a situation that combines the two and lose yourself in these moments - the inspiration will come.


Jessica Townsend creates slow and sustainable fashion at House of Flint. Follow her behind-the-scenes on Instagram here.

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Spring into Summer
Photo by Anastasia Lysiak on Unsplash

Photo by Anastasia Lysiak on Unsplash

It is virtually impossible for the time when spring becomes summer to go unnoticed. Admittedly in England the weather doesn’t always oblige, but nature will carry on regardless.

Currently the lush greens of spring are bursting out of every corner of the countryside, and the delicate pink and white blossoms are soon to be replaced with flowers of every colour emerging from the ever vibrant expanse of green.

In our corner of the UK the clouds of cow parsley, hawthorn blossom and lilacs are heralding a triumphant end to spring, and telling us something big and exciting is just around the corner - summer! The birds provide a noisy chorus from dawn till dusk to accompany natures celebration, and butterflies dance before our eyes at every turn. It feels magical.

No wonder the height of this season is associated with so many tales of magic. Midsummer technically marks the beginning of summer, but as the days begin to darken from this day on, I always see it as the moment when natures madness, magic and momentum is at its peak. The weeks preceding this day are like the preparation for some great event, as excitement fills the air and the beauty of nature bursts forth to take part. Obviously it continues to bloom beyond this day, but somehow it feels much calmer.

In the situation we currently find ourselves in, it can be hard to muster excitement for anything when the future is still so unknown. But comfort can be taken in the fact that nature continues bloom and grow, taking no notice of what has taken over our lives so completely. The outdoors are beckoning to us, telling us summer is close, and I find myself getting lost in the excitement too, focusing on nothing but this one moment. The sweet smell of the lilacs. The happy buzz of the bees. The warm sun on my skin, and the swallows swooping high overhead.

Image by Jessica Townsend

Image by Jessica Townsend


Jessica Townsend creates slow and sustainable fashion at House of Flint. Follow her behind-the-scenes on Instagram here.

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Rediscovering Curiosity in Lockdown Life
All images by Lewis and Jessica Townsend

All images by Lewis and Jessica Townsend

I’ve lived in this same spot in the Lincolnshire Wolds for over half my life, and I’ve KNOWN it is beautiful, sometimes I’ve even looked at it or walked amongst it. But somehow it has taken the enforcement of lockdown to reignite my curiosity and actually appreciate all that is on my doorstep.

With a dog for the last 5 years a daily walk is nothing new, but it had become a time where I would walk through fields upon fields and still my mind would be elsewhere - working or planning. With my husband in tow now he is home too, I find we are looking up, looking around, and seeking to find those little changes in nature happening every day.

Have the swallows arrived? Was that a swift? What blossom is that? What smell is that? Can you hear the sound of the bird that always calls to us from the third tree on the left?

We have become more inquisitive because, for the foreseeable at least, there is nothing beyond this stretch of fields, this little wood, and that tiny stream. Instead of feeling confined and disappointed we cannot explore further, we are instead compelled to explore deeper, and finding it all the richer for looking.

The joy of doing this together has become a silver lining of this time too. Whether it is our walk beneath ever-changing skies, a few hours tinkering in the garden, or moments spent in companionable silence as we eat our evening meal, the fact that we are actually together all day has made us take notice of each other more too.

There is so much sadness and anxiety surrounding us right now, but that does not mean we cannot look for and enjoy what unexpected happiness we can. The one constant in life is that everything must change, and soon our lives may begin to follow our old routines once more. But this time has taught me that I want to enjoy these quiet moments of curiosity every day. When life inevitably moves on, I am determined to take that with me too.


Jessica Townsend creates slow and sustainable fashion at House of Flint. Follow her behind-the-scenes on Instagram here.

Creative in the Countryside: Felted Sheepskins

Rosie Anderson, along with her Mum, makes ‘felted sheepskins’ from her farm in rural Devon. We talk to Rosie about her creative business and all that being a creative independent entails. 

Firstly, could you tell us a bit about yourself and Felted Sheepskins?

My Mum and I make ‘Felted Sheepskins’. Felted sheepskins are 100% wool and have no skin. They are sheep-friendly because we only use the shorn fleece to make them. They are also self-renewing as a single sheep will provide us with a new fleece each year. 

I live on a smallholding just on the Devon and Cornwall border and started keeping sheep about five years ago. We needed sheep to graze the land so we bought our first flock – 17 Whiteface Dartmoor ewes. Felted Sheepskins was then created out of a need to add value to keeping the sheep whilst maintaining a creative existence. Since then my flock has expanded and I breed specifically for unique and interesting fleece.

What’s unique about the brand? 

Felted Sheepskins is great for people who love the look and feel of traditional sheepskins but don’t necessarily like the idea of where they come from. People can buy felted sheepskins in the knowledge they are made from animals that are well cared for and that they are made in a sustainable way. In fact, they couldn’t be more natural and I am proud to produce something that is not only really beautiful and practical but something that doesn’t leave an environmental footprint and is animal friendly.

Can you give us an insight into the process of making felted sheepskins? 

It’s really simple in terms of raw materials. All we use is wool, olive soap and water. We take the whole fleece just as it has come off the sheep. We then shape it and add an extra layer of wool on the back to create a felt backing. This is what holds the fleece together. It’s then a process of adding water, soap and agitation. It’s almost like magic the way it works. They are then washed, dried and perfected by tweaking and brushing.

How did you learn the process?  

My husband’s aunt who comes from the Isle of Arran taught us the basic process. She is a very experienced felt maker but she had only ever made a few of these rugs quite some time ago. She came to Devon and taught us what she knew. Since then it’s been a process of trial and error. No two fleeces are the same so it’s a constant learning process.

What's been your favourite commission so far?

We have done a few commissions. It is really nice working with other smallholders as they appreciate the qualities of fleece and have a real love for their sheep. My favourite thing is receiving positive feedback from clients, which makes all the effort seem worthwhile.

Describe your workspace:

I am so lucky to have a great workspace. I was able to roughly convert a bit of barn space into a workshop. It’s just across the yard from my house and is quite rustic. Making the felted sheepskins is a messy process but it has everything I need. It has an old butler sink in the corner, which I reclaimed from the garden, a radio, and a huge window overlooking the countryside. I’m able to work with the sheep fleece whilst looking at the same sheep still wandering around in the fields – that feels good. In the middle of the space sits a huge table where everything is made. I have a corner of the room where I can photograph my finished products. It’s generally pretty messy – I’m not a tidy person and there is always a dog asleep in the corner keeping me company.


Are there any challenges you face running a small independent business in Devon?

It can feel quite isolating and you have to work hard to get the product out there to reach the right audience - I think that’s the hardest part. Being a maker comes naturally but you also have to be a social media expert, salesperson, photographer, business-minded, accountant, writer, and in my case, a farmer. Making is the fun bit but it is really only a small part of the bigger picture.

 What impact would you like to create with your work?

I guess I’d like my work to have an environmental impact as an alternative to a real sheepskin, which are made with harmful chemicals. I’d like to spread the word about wool and what an amazingly natural product it is in a world full of micro plastics.


Find out more by exploring the felted sheepskins website here.


Joele Forrester is a digital journalist living in Bristol, although she always makes time to go back to her Dartmoor roots and enjoy the little things in life. When away from the office, you’ll find her walking in the woods, exploring new places close to home or flicking through independent magazines in coffee shops. Follow her on instagram and twitter.

Connecting to Your Circadian Rhythm
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What is a circadian rhythm?

Circadian rhythm refers to a (roughly) 24 hour cycle in the biological process of any living thing (plant, animal, human etc.). It governs when we feel hungry, tired, energetic, and runs in the background of your everyday.

Your circadian rhythm is controlled primarily by your brain, but external factors do have some sway: if you are sleep-deprived, for instance, you will feel more affected by your circadian rhythm (for example feeling hungrier at lunch time); light can also affect your circadian rhythm, and plays an important part in resetting the cycle. There is much that still remains unknown about circadian rhythm, but what is certain is its impact on our daily lives.

How can we reconnect to our circadian rhythm?

Have you ever had one of those days(/weeks/months) when you feel like something is off kilter, but can’t quite put your finger on it? Perhaps you feel particularly tired for no apparent reason, or your motivation levels have hit rock bottom. Now consider: did you go to bed, or wake, at a different time? Did the clocks recently change, moving forward or back an hour? Have you spent much time outdoors today? All of these can impact our circadian rhythm, bringing about that feeling that something isn’t quite right. So how can we reconnect and realign our circadian rhythm?

Turn off the lights. After sunset, exposure to electronic light can negatively impact our circadian rhythm, increasing our energy levels when we should be winding down. Try not to use your phone or laptop after this time, and use natural light (candles, firelight) instead, which seems not to have such a big impact.

Increase your exposure to natural light in the day, and especially in the morning. Exposure to sunlight in the first two hours of waking has been shown to help reset our circadian clock, and has the added benefit of increasing our energy levels and improving our mood during the day. As little as 15 minutes spent outdoors should do the trick.

Go to bed and wake up at the same time each day. If you can’t commit to these changes on a daily basis, choosing to reset every month also has a positive impact. For example, if you spend an entire weekend away from electronics and electric light, spending as much time outdoors as possible (camping, perhaps?) you will feel similar benefits and your circadian rhythm will begin to realign to the earth’s natural light/dark cycle.

Magic on a Dull Day
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You wake to darkness, the norm of late, as these wintry days fail to lengthen at the speed you would wish. Surfacing from the cosiness of the duvet seems like utter torture at this point, but you roll out nonetheless.

Hot breakfast is a must, never mind how many jumpers you’ve already draped about you, and as you curl yourself around your second steaming coffee, the day finally begins to dawn, and creep into the corners of the window.

The patch of light is colourless, dull, grey - with the promise that the day to come will be much the same. Will it rain? Perhaps. But it seems to be an entirely nothing sky at this point, no dramatic clouds or flights of birds in sight.

The dog is hinting at your knee so you head to the fields regardless, intending to keep your mind firmly in the warm kitchen while the dog has her fun.

When you step outside the day is as dull and cold as expected. You wrap your scarf tightly across your face to save it from the biting chill. A flash of purple reaches your eye, but you’re dragged along too quick to try a second glance.

The footpath ahead is hidden by a crowd of trees, but even their evergreen garb has lost its lustre today. And yet…

As you step beneath a low branch a riot of colour fills your vision: the crocuses have arrived!

A sea of purple and gold lays at your feet and your heart can’t help but warm at the sight. What is it about the sight of these first flowers that can bring such joy? Perhaps it is because, despite the cold, they have fought their way through the frosty earth to bring a touch of magic to a dull and otherwise grey day.

You stay with this vibrant scene far longer than you thought the cold would allow, and as you finally start the return to home, the rest of the world seems brighter too.


I wrote this after stumbling across my first crocus this year. Despite only finding one lonely bloom, it really made my day!


JESSICA TOWNSEND CREATES SLOW AND SUSTAINABLE FASHION AT HOUSE OF FLINT. FOLLOW HER BEHIND-THE-SCENES ON INSTAGRAM HERE.

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The Impact of Nature and the Seasons on Creativity

There has always been an ebb and flow to my creativity. I either go completely bonkers with it and barely remember to eat and sleep, or I go the other way and struggle to muster one creative thought in my head. I never used to pay attention to when or why this was, I just assumed it would change or settle eventually, perhaps when my student days were done.

Despite my brief foray into education once more for my masters, I can safely say I have not been a true student for some time, and yet the ebb and flow continues as ever. What has changed is my perception of it. Day to day we all have moments of energy and clarity in what we are doing, just as we all have moments filled with an utter lack of motivation. But I have realised that, for me, there is a bigger picture to take into account: the seasons.

Currently we are in the midst of winter, and in all honesty it has been an almighty struggle for me to get through. In the build up to Christmas I was finishing orders, making presents and running on so much adrenaline I was practically flying. Then came a moment of rest and the inevitable exhaustion hit. Hard. I have been trying to pick myself up again ever since and just not quite managed it. The urge to stay cosy and comfortable has spread beyond my body and to my mind - I just can’t bring myself to think about anything that will require me finding that kind of energy again, the thought itself exhausts me.

Then hope arrived with the sight of a snowdrop.

That first indication that winter will end reminded me that this feeling too will not last. The tendrils of creativity begin to work their way through my mind as I walk among these tiny flowers, and I find myself able to think about projects that have only scared me the last few weeks.

The New Year has never been a good time for me to start new projects or make plans, but spring is so full of new beginnings I cannot help but be enlivened and inspired to start some of my own. Summer has, in the past, been a time of great productivity, running free with the ideas from previous months, and autumn becomes a time of reflection. But I have realised that this first month or so of the year will never be my friend creatively, so why force it? Instead I have focused on other areas in my life, using the time to make a different kind of plan, and knowing that all to soon I will be going bonkers in the studio once more.


JESSICA TOWNSEND CREATES SLOW AND SUSTAINABLE FASHION AT HOUSE OF FLINT. FOLLOW HER BEHIND-THE-SCENES ON INSTAGRAM HERE.

Rewild & Slow
Image: Annie Spratt via Unsplash

Image: Annie Spratt via Unsplash

Today’s blog post was also shared as part of a new, free community project I launched this month. Rewild & Slow is a way of sharing nature-led wisdom from folk inspired by the wild and the natural world in some way. The idea came to me in December last year when I was trying to figure out a way to begin the year, and the decade, with intention, but also in a way that embraced community and connection. If you’d like to sign up for the project and access future contributions, plus all those shared so far, you can do so by signing up to the newsletter here.

For a long time I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. When I was at primary school, I remember very clearly a vision I had of myself in a white school shirt sat at a desk doing some writing for secondary school; I couldn’t wait to get older and start that adrenaline-fuelled new phase of my academic life. Of course, once you’re in it, once you’re there doing the work, writing the essays late at night, revising for GCSEs and A-levels, it isn’t quite as glamorous, and so the vision evolved; a smart black dress, heels, and a job writing for a magazine, something akin to those female writers you would see in films circa 2002, going out, enjoying life, and a column of my very own.

If you’d have told that teenage girl she’d end up living in a tent and growing her own veg, she’d never have believed you, and she wouldn’t have wanted to; like most teenage girls, she was working towards a goal unintentionally disparate from her childhood and all she had come to know.

It took a short-lived teaching career, a stint living in a busy town, and a descent into debt for me to realise that there had to be another way, one that I carved out for myself that didn’t necessarily follow a prescribed path. Gradually I began to rewild and slow this busy, corporate existence, returning to the values and approach my family had been peddling all along; their surprise at how quickly my life changed was palpable. 

But what does it mean to rewild? What does it even look like?

The term ‘rewild’ appeared somewhere between 1980 and 1985, just before the internet, smart phones and modern technology began to underpin everything we do. It gained traction in 2013 when George Monbiot wrote the book Feral: Rewilding the Land, Sea and Human Life. It explores in detail the approach to rewilding many of us are familiar with - that of restoring an area of land to its natural, uncultivated state, and which specifically references the reintroduction of species of wild animal that have been driven out.  But he also remarks: “there are two definitions of rewilding that interest me. The second is the rewilding of human life. While some primitivists see a conflict between the civilised and the wild, the rewilding I envisage has nothing to do with shedding civilization. We can, I believe, enjoy the benefits of advanced technology while also enjoying, if we choose, a life richer in adventure and surprise. Rewilding is not about abandoning civilization but about enhancing it. It is to ‘love not man the less, but Nature more’.”

This is the rewilding that this project will focus on. This is the rewilding that I myself went through, and what I believe is the lynch-pin of humanity’s future; if we are to reverse climate change and protect the earth, the first step is to ensure that people care about it. And when you are connected to something, you are much more likely to care.

My own rewilding process took many different turns; I began by throwing myself at ancient nature-inspired crafts, growing my own veg, foraging for berries, and walking daily. Living in a tent for a year provided a unique opportunity to connect on a much deeper level with wildlife, weather and seasonal change, and even though now we live in a more traditional bricks and mortar home, I can still use the tools and techniques I developed during those twelve months to connect with nature and the earth on a daily basis.

Some days, that might look like escaping for a two hour walk with family, playing with my son in the mud, writing outside in the top field, planting some lettuce seeds and doing a bit of outdoor yoga. But those days, I assure you, are the exception to the rule, and most of the time I just do the best I can. 10 minutes here. 20 minutes there. That’s been a learning curve these past few years too; that it doesn’t have to look perfect, and that I don’t have to be outside at every possible moment of the day. Sometimes, I want to curl up indoors too, and although getting outside and reconnecting with nature always, always feels good, sometimes it’s too much of an effort to get out. And that’s ok. This project will hopefully inspire you to start or continue your own rewilding journey, to connect with nature even more than you do right now, but it should never be another stick for beating yourself with. The world doesn’t need a small number of people rewilding perfectly; it needs a whole lot of us rewilding, reconnecting, in the best way we can. 

So that’s rewild. Now what about slow?

I first started writing about slow living around six years ago. It wasn’t a phrase that was very well-known, and people didn’t really know what it was. But in the past few years, it has exploded and become quite an aspirational lifestyle approach, often stereotypically associated with linen dresses, freshly-ground coffee and old books. Don’t get me wrong, I love all those things, but for me slow living has nothing to do with any of them.

Slow living began with the Slow Food movement. It was, and I quote from slowfood.com “started by Carlo Petrini and a group of activists in the 1980s with the initial aim to defend regional traditions, good food, gastronomic pleasure and a slow pace of life. In over two decades of history, the movement has evolved to embrace a comprehensive approach to food that recognizes the strong connections between plate, planet, people, politics and culture.”

It evolved - slowly, of course - and gradually other elements began to appear - slow work, slow exercise, slow living. In 2004, a pivotal text in the ‘slow’ movement was published - In Praise of Slow by Carl Honore. In this book - which I highly recommend - Honore - avoids the, perhaps expected, calls to overthrow technology and seek a preindustrial utopia. Instead the book offers a different philosophy - balance. Discovering energy and efficiency from slowing down. Slow does not simply mean slowing down.

I wrote a blog post almost 5 years ago now, all about slow living and the impact it had on me, and I thought I’d share an extract, as it’s still as relevant now as it was half a decade ago. 

"I recently reached a point in my life where my to-do list was never-ending and I prioritised by simply choosing the most pressing deadline and ploughing through. At the end of the day I would collapse into a heap on the sofa and waste a few hours trying to regain some semblance of a life. I'd wake feeling fatigued and irritable and would haul myself upstairs to bed before starting all over again; no matter how many good intentions I'd have to escape from my stupor and actually do something, things never seemed to work that way.

When I first discovered the concept of slow living I disregarded the idea, believing naïvely that there was no hope for me to ever live this way because I simply had too much to do, too much to fit in, and there just wasn't enough time in the day to slow anything down. What I didn't know, is that this is the kind of lifestyle primed for a change to slow living.

There will never be enough hours in the day, but we can shape and mould the time we have according to our wishes and desires, and once we can do that, we're able to live more slowly, mindfully and with care.

My approach to slow living is a little different to the norm in that it begins (a pre-process, if you like) with organisation. I've found that cementing routines and plans in place to be essential in beginning to live a slow life that actually has a lot going on. Running a home, working 9-5, seeing family and friends, running Creative Countryside - it doesn't sound like I'm living a slow life! But I am.

Every day I take time to connect with the natural world. I'm able to enjoy the process of cooking and eating rather than rush through it with a panicked notion of running out of time. Sometimes I'll even take the day off. All of this is only possible, though, because I did the work beforehand: I set up meal planning spreadsheets, streamlined my wardrobe and set goals that allowed me to focus on exactly what I wanted to achieve. Following this process took a little while, but good things come to those who wait, and once I'd got to the point where everything was set up and I'd designed my lifestyle to look how I wanted it to look, I could truly say I had embraced slow living."


I wanted to share this post to remind myself as much as you, that going slow is a process. For me it’s intrinsically linked with rewilding and reconnecting with nature, as those are the elements of my life I consciously choose to focus on, to include mindfully and with care. But in order to do that I make sacrifices in other parts of my life; I don’t go out and socialise all that often, we don’t spend tons of money on clothes and so on, but that doesn’t mean your life should look that way too. It could, but that’s not what rewild and slow means. 

I hope that throughout the duration of this project you’ll see how this concept can appear in a myriad of different ways in people’s lives. And I hope it will inspire and encourage you to begin or continue on your own journey of reconnection with the yourself and the natural world.

Celebrating Winter Solstice with Storytelling and Fire
[The levitating cooking pot!]

[The levitating cooking pot!]

On December 21st 2018, I held my first event as Enamelware Events (now 'Wild Folk') in Bristol. I collaborated with storyteller Pridie (The Wild of the Words), Jenny (Cotton and Canvas Parties) for the decor and styling and Matt at Feed Bristol for the food and venue hire. The photos were taken by Lionel (Steal The Day Photography)

Personally, this was the first time I had celebrated Winter Solstice. As I prepared for the event, I decided that anyone could celebrate it and that it was a great opportunity to take a moment of calm before the Christmas holidays began.

A time to be outside, gather with others, partaking in the simple activity of watching the sun go down and sitting round a warm fire.

A time to enjoy the darkness and what it can offer us.

English Heritage have a nice explanation of what exactly Winter Solstice is:
The earth rotates on a tilted axis. When this axis leans towards the sun, it’s summer in the northern hemisphere and winter in the south. This is reversed as the earth continues on its orbit until the axis becomes tilted away from the sun. During the winter solstice, the earth’s axis is tilted at its furthest point from the sun. This means that, for us in the northern hemisphere, the sun is at its lowest point in the sky. It’s also the shortest day of the year — and the longest night.

The roundhouse at Feed Bristol

The roundhouse at Feed Bristol

Studying the passage of time was important to many ancient cultures. For the people of Stonehenge sunlight must have been crucial — it allowed them to see, it kept them warm, it helped their crops to grow. Winter might have been a time of fear as days grew shorter and colder. People must have longed for the return of light and warmth. It is believed that this yearly cycle is what inspired Neolithic people to construct Stonehenge — a monument aligned to the movements of the sun.

So back to our event! In the early afternoon, Pridie led us in a wonderfully magical and immersive time of hearing — and participating in — the story of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tale The Steadfast Tin Soldier. There was fancy dress, things to make and lots to imagine and act out.

We kept warm with hot chocolate, mulled apple juice and snacks (the crisps went in a flash!) while the campfire was building.

We gathered around the fire to watch the sun set at 4pm, and were amazed at how it was still quite light when it did eventually set. That’s city life for you!

(It did get a bit darker than this though!)

(It did get a bit darker than this though!)

After the storytelling, we savoured the dinner that Matt (resident chef at Feed Bristol) had cooked up. On the menu was a vegetable stew and dahl with sourdough bread and yoghurt on the side.

The vegetables used in the food were all grown on site at Feed Bristol, a community food-growing project in Stapleton, Bristol and part of Avon Wildlife Trust.


Have a look at the next events we’ve got coming up. For now, I will leave you with an excerpt from Margaret Atwood’s poem ‘Shapechangers in Winter’:

This is the solstice, the still point

of the sun, its cusp and midnight,

the year’s threshold

and unlocking, where the past

lets go of and becomes the future;

the place of caught breath, the door

of a vanished house left ajar.


All photography by Lionel of ‘Steal the Day Photography’, words by Hannah.

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Autumn Gathering 2019
All images by Annie Spratt.

All images by Annie Spratt.

We passed through a tunnel of trees to follow a path awash with pheasants before we reached Wilde Lodge - our home for the weekend ahead. Car swiftly emptied, we set about organising for the arrival of our guests for the largest (and last!) Creative Countryside Gathering. They slowly trickled through the door until all 23 of us made our way to the barn for a welcome drink of warming gin.

Once we filled our bellies we soon returned to the darkening barn for a talk from Tiff about darkness itself, and a peek at her new book Dark Skies. We left dreaming of adventures to be had during nights to come.

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Saturday began with porridge and much coffee (for me!) before the workshops began. Tiff led us once more as we experimented with illustration, before Mugdha provided freshly brewed Chai tea and an Ayurvedic lunch, followed by an introduction to Ayurveda itself. Filled with knowledge we were called outdoors to be amongst the trees.

Forest bathing and a talk on tree-lore led us peacefully back to the lodge for a short time to rest in solitude, or chatting comfortably with new friends.

Last yea’r’s Autumn Gathering featured an impressive table decoration at the feast (if I do say so myself), so I felt I had much to live up to as the feast neared. Luckily a log-pile provided inspiration and the scene was set for us to feast and talk as the skies darkened around us once more.

Sunday morning rose softly and full of mist, hiding the distant treetops from view. Our morning workshop prepared us for the winter just around the corner, and indeed the wintry weather had already set in. Rain prevented our planned hike, but we braved the wet once more to join for a final grounding session.

The weekend had ended, the gathering of like-minded souls were dissipating, but we each carried with us that warm feeling of community, of friendships formed or re-ignited in person. That warmth stayed with us as we made our solitary ways home, and kept the cold at bay a little longer.


JESSICA TOWNSEND CREATES SLOW AND SUSTAINABLE FASHION AT HOUSE OF FLINT. FOLLOW HER BEHIND-THE-SCENES ON INSTAGRAM HERE.

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