Dream dapples, Pied-beams and Tantalights

As the beam touches you, it has a near instant effect, quickly drawing your thoughts out through the window and filling you with a desire to be out there, on the other side of the glass, walking in the sunlight, exploring the city streets, or escaping over the horizon, (I like to think of this particular effect as a positive variety of Corpse-light or Willow-the-wisp, but without the danger of being drawn into some terrible dark and boggy end).

We are the Lambeth trees: Open Orchard

Nationally many apple and other orchards have vanished; abandoned or grubbed up because there’s no longer any money in them.

There’s a mournful chapter on the country’s last orchards in Paul Kingsnorth’s Real England.

Yet, here in London one group of people have set out to plant a series of new orchards, filling South London with saplings of hope.