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Summer 2022:

Down the Chase

The first time they chased time they were not conscious of forward nor behind.

Instead the overwhelming feeling of vertigo as they rolled down the down, on the chase, in the chase, down the chase.


The wicker slipper and its companions have been walking and carrying the chase for the last 5000 years. They have slipped been its woods, downs and forest evading the hunts and enclosing parcels of ownership. Walking always the common ways.  A cattle herder at Knowlton Church when tying a cloth to the clooty well there saw them heading off east to Bockerly Dyke.  And Ælfgifu thought she saw them on the slopes of Paldore / Shaftesbury behind the ancient yew, as she was taking a needed break from reading. The Johnson’s over in Melbury thought they heard them in Melbury wood taking shade from the heatwave this past summer.  They walk always noting who and what inhabits where they pace and place there feet, and who and what exist beyond that which can be said. 


Chased round this route before you, across the chalk plateau and over the skeletal remains of once swimming Coccolithothores -  phytoplankton -  that makeup these hills,  is no animal nor demand for enclosure, but instead the pursuit of that which evades capture and representation.


In the spirit of the wicker slipper and a slower means of travel by foot and not by the fuel of fossil, use this guide and counter map and mixtape of sounds to explore some stories and ecology of the Cranborne Chase irrespective of time and individual possession.














































































































































































The Chase Mixtape of sound and song has accompanied those walking, those being carried and those who continue to pass by in thought with the wicker slipper. With thanks to Max Syed-Tollan, William Yates, Josh Jukes, Phoebe Ridgway and George Ridgway. Listen online here >


Mapped below are areas of open access land in the area, Sites of Specific Scientific interest, and areas of conservation importance. They are all represented from a view ‘from above’, structuring the earth as a series of flat surfaces devoid of depth, . Unrepresented are the sounds, sounds, smells, flora and fauna,  yearnings and annoyances that take up space too. We invite you note these down and build your own counter map along the walk.

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Broadcasting sonic explorations, investigations, contemplations that probe ecological intimacy and rural recalibration. 
Music, discussion, field recordings, live streams, chat, dancing…

seeking anyone who is interested in sharing in sonic form with interests in field recording and what lies beyond the hedge.

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WITHKIN is an expanded family and on-going discussion centred on ecological intimacy and rural recalibration.




WITH KIN manifested as an exhibition in North Dorset (22nd - 24th September 2017

Melbury Abbas, Dorset). Spread over chalk downs, in the shadow of Melbury Hill and the adjoining farm building the exhibition encompassed knowledges from residents, artists, architects, designers, researchers and local industries.

Artwork, talks, walks, presentations, song and performance were all made.

2017 was:  Liam Baulch, Eliza Collin, Verity Coward, Megan Jones, Lewis Prosser, Ivan RobirosaGeorge Ridgway, Phoebe Ridgway, Chitra Sangtani, Elinor StanleyJo SweeneyJules Varnedoe, Lizzie Watts, Jessie Whiteley, Clive Whitbourn, Yvonne Zhang

2017 Exhibition

There was a time when quicksand was a serious threat. Relative to all those more likely risk we were warned about, quicksand had a prominence. It seemed to be a particularly fatal and plausible danger. To be swallowed up by the earth.


I wonder if that’s because it was a favoured means of eliminating characters on screen? Maybe because of its efficiency. Like, a death and a burial all in one. And without the burden of developing incentive - Ground needs no plausible motive to end us. 


As a filmic device it provided pseudo intimacy - locking bodies together in its sludge. While quicksand’s use in film has faded, its archived presence has grown. QS fans catalogue and recreate these moments - when the world’s wet cavities consume us. It gives form to the inkling that the world below our foot has agency. Or is at least, not so static as it purports to be. 


Apparently these material properties are initiated by a sudden agitation; when the water in the material is unable to escape it creates a liquified substance that loses strength and can not support weight.  I’ve tried to think of it as a diagram with arrows standing for seepage forces or gravity, but what comes to mind is an uncomfortably muscly body spontaneously deflating - instantly morphing to blubber. And so I can’t help but feel some sympathy for this ailing sand.


In a sense there is a provocation, a catalyst to this threat; the agitation of our foot. Our foot where it shouldn’t have gone, treading unchartered territory. I heard that the tide of quicksand appearances in cinema accompanies historic new frontiers; military,  astronomical, social etc. The same researcher found that the threats most vivid in the collective playground imagination today are monsters and aliens. This shift in Pop, collective fears seems to reverb ongoing anxiety politics. While we trespass or occupy new terra firma we’re compelled to narratives of terra infirm - sickly and swallowing us. Amongst all this talk of protecting our soil, reestablishing boarders, going into shut down mode; we propagate stories of aliens and monsters.


Quicksand lost its potency, it became banal stock imagery. It was debunked and it became satire. We are less dense than quicksand, which gives us buoyancy - we float - or supposedly cannot sink below the waist. There is something prophetic about this development. As we sink halfway, and exchange ironic cracks about the state we find ourselves in, rolling our eyes at the predictability of it all, the tide comes in around us.


Quicksand’s legacy has been rehashed in a new wave of kinetic sand videos. Actually, these videos invert the bottomless muddy pits which once consumed us. This sand is more compact and more solid than you would expect. The viral videos tend to show neat moulded blocks of the sand slowly hewn apart using culinary tools. ‘So satisfying’ say most comments. While the sand used to eat us, now we eat the sand.

>>>LISTEN >>>  

Jo Sweeney
Lizzie Watts and Verity Coward
Phoebe Ridgway
Yvonne Zhang
Jessie Whiteley
Elinor Stanley
Lewis Prosser
Eliza Collin



I lay my hat down

I lay my head down

I lay my hens down


he leadeth me to lie down in green pastures


don't put all your eggs in one basket


There's a housing crisis

And guardianships try to hide it

In hotels and developments there's bedrooms available

Bedrooms wanted cry those with no seat at the table


I lay down on the ground

Liam Baulch
Chitra Sangtani
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We'll Make Such a Noise With You -
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Performed to Dukums Hollow on Melbury hill

George Ridgway
Jules Vardenoe



''The identity of St. Wite, or St. Candida in its Latinised form, is deeply contested and has remained a continual mystery. There are several candidates that might vouch for St. Wite’s identity and the most convincing and interesting of them is that of Gwen Tierbron, the three-breasted Breton holy woman. During the years 919 to 921, swathes of Bretons, particularly the clergy, fled Brittany following its conquest by the Vikings and sought refuge in the West Country. Aethelstan, an Anglo-Saxon prince of Wessex and grandson of Alfred the Great (the founder of the original Saxon ‘White Church’ at the present-day St. Candida and Holy Cross) saw their safe passage and relocation to Dorset and commissioned the translation of several Breton saint’s relics into England. It is likely, given the archaeological evidence left by Breton settlers in Dorset, that Aethelstan instituted the relics of St. Wite into the Saxon ‘White Church’ before they were subsequently enshrined in the Purbeck marble, foramina tomb by Robert de Mandivel in the thirteenth-century. No legend of Gwen Tierbron exists in England but in Brittany she has substantial cults that have formed under her Celtic name, Gwen; her Latin name, Candida; and her French name, Blanche, all of which translate into the English ‘white’. Gwen is known for her healing ability and her divine fertility as a ‘Mother of Saints’ – hence the epithet of the ‘three breasts’ - and gave birth to five holy children: St. Winwaloe, St. Jacut, St. Wethenoc, St. Creirwy, and St. Cadfan. During her lifetime she was kidnapped by pirates and smuggled to London, where she escaped from the ship with her hand severed by one of the pirate’s axes, and proceeded to walk on water back to her native home of Brittany. The Church of St. Candida and Holy Cross appears to mirror the iconography of Gwen’s hagiographical legend, with stone carvings of an archaic ship and an axe decorating the church walls. Interestingly, these carvings are spolia or repurposed items from a previous devotional structure on the site and so may indicate that Gwen is, in fact, the elusive St. Wite that we have been looking for.''

Megan Jones
Ivan Robirosa
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