Snow is more than transformative; it is transformation itself.*
Last weekend, just shy of the vernal equinox, we had the second significant snowfall of winter. I love snow. I love listening to it and can gaze out of the window for hours making myself dizzy watching it fall in clumps or blow round the streets in incredible arching swirls. Above all I love walking in it and the sensory experiences such activity induces, particularly the excitement of fresh snowfall rendering the familiar unfamiliar.
Continue reading “Snow: reflections on landscape, chronicles, and a walk to church”
Originally published in September 2008 on ‘On boundaries’ (now defunct). Reivers is still my partner in all things, but now keeps his own blog under his real name somewhere on GitHub.
I haven’t mentioned Orderic Vitalis for at least a couple of months, so it is about time he had another post. Reivers and I have recently been on holiday in Normandy, causing one colleague to ask if I’d had a productive time in the archives as he couldn’t understand why I went on holiday to an area I research. I didn’t spend any time in archives, but I did visit, with Reivers in tow, many sites and museums. One of those was St-Evroult, home of Orderic.
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I’ve failed again on the synchronised walking. At least in February I made it out of the door if not at the right time; this time the dreaded lurgy is keeping me indoors, so I’m peregrinating at the right time, just not physically. This isn’t as daft as it sounds and has sound historical precedents.
Continue reading “Imagining places: women who don’t walk (at least not today)”
Today saw the first synchronised walk for the ‘Women Who Walk‘ network, tagline ‘walking, making, thinking’. This network, curated by Sonia Overall, is designed to allow women who use walking in academic and creative practice to share experiences, ideas, methods and so on. In terms of synchronicity I fell down twice by not managing to fit the walk into the allotted hours (quite) and also because I am not mobile tweeting enabled. This post therefore represents a paradox: a fixed account of something that happened in the past dealing with fluidity and transitions.
Continue reading “Transitional places and women who walk”