Tracing paths through the south downs during August and September – after all the heat and parching of the ground in June and July – I watched as new colour came from what had looked barren and dead.
Following the same foot steps day after day, repeated actions made change all the more noticeable. Rhythms and pace – slow enough to see, quick enough to show. It had all looked so dry, so without promise. Then the rains came and wild storms, churning and hurling and soaking the ground. Day by day new things grew, a brightness unworthy of what was before. Rainbows spreading outwards, in hedgerows and under foot.