Still reeling...
Ah.
Today I went to visit Joan Ashworth, who is an animator, and saw the film she's been shooting in Lancashire.
She was brought up on a farm, and as I watched the footage she'd shot I had a shiver of recognition; I was brought up in the Northumbrian countryside, and there were my adolescent feelings, brought to life in a meadow with shuddering trees and trembling cow-parsley, as a solitary young woman swam through the grass on her back, ploughing a dark green furrow, catching a hare. A whooshing dawn, green, green grass, rhythms of the wind and clouds, it made me really happy to see such a beautiful and poetic film on a dull rainy urban afternoon in Camberwell.
... and a-rockin'.
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