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'It's a chilly old day out there today. | 0:00:10 | 0:00:12 | |
'We've got quite a strong, fresh, northerly, | 0:00:12 | 0:00:14 | |
'north-easterly wind blowing through some fairly heavy showers. | 0:00:14 | 0:00:18 | |
'Now, the showers, hopefully, will start to diminish. | 0:00:18 | 0:00:21 | |
'They will gradually start to become fewer and further between. | 0:00:21 | 0:00:25 | |
'Maybe one or two more heading through The Wash and down inland | 0:00:25 | 0:00:27 | |
'that way later on today, | 0:00:27 | 0:00:29 | |
'but we'll get some sunny spells between these showers, | 0:00:29 | 0:00:31 | |
'and the showers aren't lasting long. | 0:00:31 | 0:00:33 | |
'They're blowing through on that breeze quite quickly. | 0:00:33 | 0:00:35 | |
'The coastal waters forecast valid until midday, | 0:00:35 | 0:00:38 | |
'for The Wash. Wind force seven to eight, | 0:00:38 | 0:00:40 | |
'becoming force five to seven. Wind direction north-easterly, | 0:00:40 | 0:00:43 | |
'maximum gusts 62 knots, becoming 43 knots. | 0:00:43 | 0:00:45 | |
'Sea state, rough. Pressure 1,009 millibars and visibility excellent.' | 0:00:45 | 0:00:49 | |
BIRDSONG | 0:03:12 | 0:03:15 | |
It's a big flock of golden plovers. | 0:03:17 | 0:03:19 | |
Such a sad song. | 0:03:26 | 0:03:28 | |
These birds are really good at flying, but they're all tested here. | 0:03:33 | 0:03:37 | |
-They're all...? -Tested, really tested. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
Even the ones that have come from a long, long way away, even they... | 0:03:40 | 0:03:43 | |
It's really hard to stay in the air. | 0:03:43 | 0:03:46 | |
-Because of the wind? -Yeah. | 0:03:47 | 0:03:48 | |
-There's hardly any wind. -No, but it's still blasting. | 0:03:52 | 0:03:56 | |
Is that the mound over there that they're heading to? | 0:04:01 | 0:04:05 | |
It could be, yeah. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:06 | |
It's this weird barrow or tumulus right on the edge of the salt marsh. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:14 | |
'It's the highest place around and it's the place I imagine capturing | 0:04:15 | 0:04:21 | |
'that kind of pure Wash wind.' | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
'I've been bird-watching ever since I was six or seven. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:34 | |
'Starting in the back garden and widening my horizons as much as | 0:05:34 | 0:05:38 | |
'I possibly could. Going out first in kind of crappy places, | 0:05:38 | 0:05:43 | |
'reservoirs and sewage farms, | 0:05:43 | 0:05:45 | |
'but I've never been to as wild a place as this before I came here.' | 0:05:45 | 0:05:52 | |
Do you see anything out there? | 0:05:55 | 0:05:57 | |
Yes. It's absolutely wonderful, actually. | 0:05:57 | 0:05:59 | |
These knot are just making the most beautiful helixes and spurts. | 0:05:59 | 0:06:04 | |
Like fantastic clouds of dust. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:07 | |
Lit dust. | 0:06:08 | 0:06:09 | |
They're so close to the sea, | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
they look like they're, sort of, sea spray just launched into the air. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:20 | |
There must be 10,000 there. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:26 | |
Seething and pulsing in the storm of life. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:29 | |
Is this what you would have seen when you first came here? | 0:06:34 | 0:06:37 | |
I think actually this bank even wasn't here when I first came here. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:41 | |
I think I was on a further inland bank, so I'm now walking where, | 0:06:41 | 0:06:46 | |
when I came as a teenager, | 0:06:46 | 0:06:49 | |
there would have been marsh or even open mud. | 0:06:49 | 0:06:52 | |
I was about 13 or 14 | 0:06:56 | 0:06:59 | |
and my dad had taken me here. | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
I had time off school. I was recovering from glandular fever | 0:07:01 | 0:07:06 | |
and this was my recuperation treat, was to come here. | 0:07:06 | 0:07:11 | |
So that was a sweet thing to do. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:13 | |
To give me time, yeah. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:15 | |
And I knew it was good, and I knew it was hard to get to. It was... | 0:07:15 | 0:07:20 | |
There's a fantastic flock of geese just going past now. | 0:07:20 | 0:07:23 | |
The opposite to those not | 0:07:23 | 0:07:26 | |
all dark and inky, like writing on the sky. | 0:07:26 | 0:07:29 | |
Serious by comparison, when there's not. | 0:07:32 | 0:07:35 | |
But it was a place, a great place to meet the sea, The Wash, | 0:07:37 | 0:07:41 | |
because it seemed to be a place where the sea was permanently | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
meeting the land and both were unresolved about | 0:07:44 | 0:07:48 | |
the status of each. | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
And I like that, even then. I liked that questionable shore. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:56 | |
It's a scary place here, in its own way. It's so... | 0:08:00 | 0:08:02 | |
..apparently empty and, yet, so extraordinarily powerful, | 0:08:04 | 0:08:09 | |
the sky. | 0:08:09 | 0:08:10 | |
But also the very flatness of the place. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:13 | |
And of course, this is a very man-made landscape. | 0:08:15 | 0:08:17 | |
This edge is a brokered edge, | 0:08:17 | 0:08:19 | |
an edge made by banks and reclamation of land. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:23 | |
AEROPLANE DRONE | 0:08:25 | 0:08:27 | |
Plus the United States Air Force and maybe the RAF constantly overhead. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:37 | |
The sea and the marsh here being a kind of non-place and, therefore, | 0:08:39 | 0:08:44 | |
the appropriate place for the dropping of bombs - | 0:08:44 | 0:08:48 | |
dummy bombs, practice bombs, | 0:08:48 | 0:08:50 | |
by planes and by pilots who maybe tomorrow will be in the Middle East, | 0:08:50 | 0:08:56 | |
dropping bombs. | 0:08:56 | 0:08:58 | |
'When I was young, it was birds, | 0:09:49 | 0:09:50 | |
'and so walking was just the means to meet the birds. | 0:09:50 | 0:09:54 | |
'But as I've got older, | 0:09:54 | 0:09:57 | |
'the birds, in some ways, have become more incidental. | 0:09:57 | 0:09:59 | |
There are all the famous quotations, you know, Kierkegaard and others. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:19 | |
"Do not lose your desire to walk. Above all, do not lose your desire | 0:10:19 | 0:10:24 | |
"to walk, I walk myself well, every day, | 0:10:24 | 0:10:26 | |
"into good health." | 0:10:26 | 0:10:28 | |
I believe all that. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:30 | |
Interestingly, the speed with which you're through a landscape, | 0:10:41 | 0:10:44 | |
not only changes what you see, but how you experience it. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:48 | |
There's a wonderful story about Matisse | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
going for a drive in a car, | 0:10:55 | 0:10:58 | |
and being horrified at how fast the car was moving, | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
and insisting in future that no car journey that he was part of should | 0:11:01 | 0:11:06 | |
travel at more than 5mph, because he couldn't see the trees properly. | 0:11:06 | 0:11:10 | |
I actually find that moving, | 0:11:22 | 0:11:24 | |
walking, particularly, the length of the stride | 0:11:24 | 0:11:27 | |
becomes part of the length of a line. | 0:11:27 | 0:11:31 | |
I know lots of poets | 0:11:31 | 0:11:33 | |
would say the same thing and I think it was said that | 0:11:33 | 0:11:36 | |
you can tell the difference between | 0:11:36 | 0:11:41 | |
Coleridge and Wordsworth. The way they walked is written straight | 0:11:41 | 0:11:47 | |
into the way they wrote their poems. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:48 | |
Coleridge used to run around the place, | 0:11:48 | 0:11:51 | |
up and down mountains and was always breaking off his walk to look | 0:11:51 | 0:11:55 | |
at things. And his line lengths replicate that, | 0:11:55 | 0:11:59 | |
whereas Wordsworth used to prefer to compose when walking on a level, | 0:11:59 | 0:12:05 | |
gravelled pathway, so his writing has an evenness. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:09 | |
But anyway, but writing, | 0:12:11 | 0:12:13 | |
and putting the world into words is definitely easier | 0:12:13 | 0:12:17 | |
and comes to you through the rhythm of a stride, | 0:12:17 | 0:12:22 | |
and that comes, again, best of all when you're on your own. | 0:12:22 | 0:12:26 | |
'Dusk on the winter solstice, | 0:12:30 | 0:12:32 | |
'the shortest day and longest night of the year. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:34 | |
'I was cold and alone on a track on the Somerset Levels. | 0:12:35 | 0:12:39 | |
'Looking towards the dying light in the west. | 0:12:39 | 0:12:41 | |
'Moving across the sky in front of me, like the breath of the earth, | 0:12:43 | 0:12:47 | |
'were thousands of birds. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:48 | |
'Starlings, arriving to roost. | 0:12:49 | 0:12:52 | |
'To put away their day, and so, too, on this day, the year. | 0:12:52 | 0:12:55 | |
'From the next dawn, the glorious creep towards Spring | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
'would be underway, | 0:13:00 | 0:13:01 | |
'more light, a future, repairs, song, nests and eggs.' | 0:13:01 | 0:13:08 | |
It is a sort of oblivion that I'm seeking, by being on my own | 0:13:21 | 0:13:26 | |
out in a place like this. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:27 | |
A kind of dissolve | 0:13:31 | 0:13:34 | |
into a landscape. | 0:13:34 | 0:13:35 | |
I think that's, ultimately, for me | 0:13:39 | 0:13:40 | |
what looking at birds does and what being in open space does. | 0:13:40 | 0:13:45 | |
'It takes the bigness of self and dissolves it.' | 0:13:46 | 0:13:49 | |
As a radio producer I spend a lot of my time recording people in places | 0:14:07 | 0:14:11 | |
like this, for radio programmes, and the wind is an enemy at that point. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:16 | |
It's what radio producers call wild track. | 0:14:16 | 0:14:19 | |
It's the thing that you want a bit of, in order to prove to people that | 0:14:19 | 0:14:23 | |
you've been out here like it is now, gusting. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:26 | |
But you don't want so much. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:27 | |
I've always, as a bird person as well, wanted to pay more attention | 0:14:35 | 0:14:39 | |
to the wild track. Wild track is the thing. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:42 | |
Ultimately, for me, it's not the people, he said, misanthropically! | 0:14:42 | 0:14:48 | |
The problem, of course, is that it's really, really hard to record, | 0:14:50 | 0:14:54 | |
because in some ways it doesn't exist as a sound. | 0:14:54 | 0:14:58 | |
What we hear as, and what we think of as the wind, is the sound that | 0:14:58 | 0:15:03 | |
the wind is making, as it rubs over the surface of the world, | 0:15:03 | 0:15:07 | |
whether that's these marsh grasses here, | 0:15:07 | 0:15:11 | |
or the sea further out or the trees behind us. | 0:15:11 | 0:15:15 | |
So I've got some fantasy about trying to record pure wind, | 0:15:18 | 0:15:21 | |
wind as wind might sound in its own ear. | 0:15:21 | 0:15:24 | |
And I kind of imagine myself listening in my retirement | 0:15:26 | 0:15:31 | |
to my wind tapes, | 0:15:31 | 0:15:32 | |
where all the people have stopped talking, | 0:15:32 | 0:15:35 | |
all the people I've been recording for years and years have stopped, | 0:15:35 | 0:15:38 | |
and now it's just the turn | 0:15:38 | 0:15:42 | |
of the really big voices | 0:15:42 | 0:15:45 | |
to have their say. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:46 | |
What are you hearing? | 0:16:01 | 0:16:02 | |
I can hear this incredible... | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
GEESE CACKLE | 0:16:04 | 0:16:05 | |
..rubbery brent goose noise. | 0:16:07 | 0:16:11 | |
A flock of brent geese just flew | 0:16:11 | 0:16:13 | |
down into the salt marshes in front of us, | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
about 300 or so, and they're talking to one another. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:22 | |
Rubbery conversation. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:24 | |
And as well as that I can hear the wind, of course, | 0:16:24 | 0:16:28 | |
and the wind is suitably supporting, it is always the supporting note, | 0:16:28 | 0:16:33 | |
is the note that runs... | 0:16:33 | 0:16:34 | |
..beneath everything. | 0:16:36 | 0:16:37 | |
I love looking up the sky. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:00 | |
It's a, sort of, transport to childhood, somehow. | 0:17:02 | 0:17:05 | |
I don't quite know why. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:09 | |
This is what the surface of the Earth sees. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:14 | |
The wind is visible, the way the clouds are moving. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:20 | |
The first time the wind really most obviously came to call on me | 0:17:25 | 0:17:31 | |
was when, as a young teenager, I used to have a newspaper round. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:34 | |
I lived in Bristol and my newspaper round took me across | 0:17:34 | 0:17:39 | |
the Clifton Suspension Bridge, | 0:17:39 | 0:17:40 | |
which is a fantastic spanning of the Avon Gorge. | 0:17:40 | 0:17:44 | |
A natural wind tunnel and funnel, and creator of its own wind. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:51 | |
And one day, I was taking my bag of newspapers | 0:17:55 | 0:17:58 | |
across the bridge, to deliver them on the other side - | 0:17:58 | 0:18:02 | |
the afternoon Bristol evening paper - | 0:18:02 | 0:18:04 | |
and there was one other person on the bridge ahead of me. | 0:18:04 | 0:18:07 | |
And as I gathered towards him, | 0:18:08 | 0:18:11 | |
in a windy day, not unlike today, actually, | 0:18:11 | 0:18:15 | |
November-ish and cold and already getting dark | 0:18:15 | 0:18:18 | |
at three o'clock in the afternoon, | 0:18:18 | 0:18:20 | |
this man, he was a man, | 0:18:20 | 0:18:24 | |
looked behind him once, caught my eye briefly, | 0:18:24 | 0:18:28 | |
and then, in an amazingly elegant and, kind of, continuous piece | 0:18:28 | 0:18:32 | |
of movement, vaulted over the side of the bridge. | 0:18:32 | 0:18:36 | |
Into the wind, as it seemed. | 0:18:37 | 0:18:39 | |
Into the air, which, of course, didn't hold him up. | 0:18:39 | 0:18:43 | |
Momentarily, he seemed to, sort of, stall in the air, | 0:18:43 | 0:18:46 | |
like I knew birds would when they were mastering the wind, | 0:18:46 | 0:18:51 | |
but because he wasn't a bird, he didn't stop, | 0:18:51 | 0:18:55 | |
and down he went. And I didn't follow him down. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:58 | |
I dropped my bicycle which I was riding, | 0:18:58 | 0:19:01 | |
I dropped my bag of newspapers and ran back to the tollbooth | 0:19:01 | 0:19:05 | |
on the side of the bridge. | 0:19:05 | 0:19:06 | |
I ran back, I think, because I thought, if I got back quick enough, | 0:19:09 | 0:19:14 | |
someone might be able to catch him somehow at the bottom, | 0:19:14 | 0:19:17 | |
which obviously didn't happen. | 0:19:17 | 0:19:19 | |
But that was a wind story to me, | 0:19:20 | 0:19:23 | |
because it proved to me, in some ways, that the air, | 0:19:23 | 0:19:28 | |
as pushed through that gorge, was a place simply that | 0:19:28 | 0:19:35 | |
we couldn't go, that wasn't ours for entering or mastering in any way. | 0:19:35 | 0:19:41 | |
And yet the birds were rising and falling in that wind. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:48 | |
It's their place, not ours. | 0:19:48 | 0:19:49 | |
So now, here I am, | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
in this extraordinary open stage, | 0:20:10 | 0:20:15 | |
this cockpit of weather | 0:20:15 | 0:20:18 | |
at the bottom of The Wash, | 0:20:18 | 0:20:22 | |
with about five or six weather systems, | 0:20:22 | 0:20:25 | |
different winds, different clouds, beetling overhead. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:29 | |
With my... | 0:20:33 | 0:20:35 | |
..equivalent of a pilgrim's staff or dowser's rod. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:39 | |
Come to capture some wind, if I can. | 0:20:42 | 0:20:44 | |
It looks pretty scary up ahead. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
Fantastic storm light now. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:10 | |
But the mound is here, floodlit. | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
It's like a long barrow, | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
you expect some ancient king to be interred in there. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:29 | |
Actually, I think it's a failed modern attempt at creating | 0:21:31 | 0:21:35 | |
a freshwater reservoir. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:37 | |
If we can just get to there, | 0:21:47 | 0:21:50 | |
then we can...secure our wind. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:52 | |
It suddenly feels all severe. | 0:22:04 | 0:22:08 | |
You feel like you're under the level of everything around you, | 0:22:09 | 0:22:13 | |
off the bank, on the mud. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:16 | |
Footprints and goose feet and wildfowl feet. | 0:22:17 | 0:22:21 | |
Weird marsh grass. | 0:22:28 | 0:22:30 | |
Curlews and skylarks and tiny little meadow pipit noises. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:37 | |
Always moving from the fresh to the salt. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:41 | |
WIND SOUND INTENISFIES | 0:23:41 | 0:23:42 | |
It's pure wind. | 0:25:37 | 0:25:39 | |
I feel like I'm nearer to the wind | 0:25:42 | 0:25:45 | |
than I've been before. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:47 | |
Just right into it. | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
You feel it coming straight at you, | 0:25:51 | 0:25:55 | |
from who knows where, out to the north. | 0:25:55 | 0:25:57 | |
Like it hasn't stopped for anything yet. | 0:26:03 | 0:26:04 | |
I'm probably the first thing this wind has hit | 0:26:10 | 0:26:13 | |
for about 1,000 miles. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:15 | |
And it's telling me so. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:20 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:26:23 | 0:26:25 | |
I can hear it as wind, it's really good. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:29 | |
I don't hear the sea and I don't hear the grass. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
There's not much grass, anyway, and the mud is quiet. | 0:26:34 | 0:26:37 | |
It's, kind of, bird wind. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:45 | |
When you're in it and it's blowing you around, | 0:26:48 | 0:26:50 | |
but it's not actually sounding | 0:26:50 | 0:26:52 | |
like anything other than itself, which is what you are, as well. | 0:26:52 | 0:26:57 | |
I sometimes think, if the dead go anywhere, they go | 0:26:59 | 0:27:02 | |
into the wind. | 0:27:02 | 0:27:04 | |
That's where everything that was is kept in motion, | 0:27:05 | 0:27:11 | |
blowing and going. | 0:27:11 | 0:27:12 | |
All the birds and all the people. | 0:27:17 | 0:27:19 | |
WIND RUMBLES | 0:27:31 | 0:27:35 | |
WIND WHISTLES | 0:27:40 | 0:27:43 |