This peatland project was inspired by being part of the Peat Appreciation Society (PAS), an art centred collective working to raise awareness and celebrate peat.
The charms symbolise different facets of my emotional bond with the Calderdale upper moorland, a landscape with which I’ve formed an important and complex relationship as a walker and trail runner.
Each charm sits alongside a creative writing response that delves deeper into the personal significance of my chosen object.
The charms are constructed in layers from varying combinations of cardstock, mica pigments and scrap materials. ‘A permissive peatland path‘ tells the story of the origins of this project and how following my curiosity led me to explore new creative possibilities.
Contours

I breathe
The rain clamours
Hood up
Head down
I climb
Trampling grass
Splitting bracken
Weathering stone
Outstriving gravity
Desire lines meet
Time, space, body and breath assemble
Worries bead and trickle away
Into a rolling expanse
Of wetness, softness
Cloud and earth
Curlew

Fellow offcumden
Upper moorland forager
Perfectly decurved
You sweep and probe
For juicy treasures
Scratch a shallow home
Hunker down with fluffy chicks
I see you rise
An elegant, burbling arc
Of anonymous mottled brown
Betrayed by a celebrity silhouette
We survey the wuthering slopes together
Greedy for solitude
Cur-lee, cur-lee,
Cur-leave me be
Mirror

A smudge of yesterday's mascara
And a dripping nose
Tatty oversized waterproof
Black on black
With splashes of slurry
Uppers shredded at the creases
Socks sodden
Able enough
Old and young
Timid and ferocious
Plunging through clawing heathers
Channelling millstone grit
Reclaiming the dark
Guardian

Feeble dot
Approaching the knoll
Traversing a pale gold desert
Kicking up dust
Disheartened
Dreaming of angels
Impotent ancestor
Treacherous descendent
Summon your fury
Flex your muscle
Fluff up your wings
Take flight
Pool

Gaping moorland mouth
Sanctum of stillness
Spongy, eager darkness
Harvesting the torrential sky
A gust thrashes at my ankles
Clattering jackdaws race for cover
Downy cottongrass nods and sways
Water pools around my toes
I sip from the pack on my back
Rummage for a snack with salty fingers
Teeter on grassy tufts
Plot my escape
Bottle

Molten steel horizon
Long shadow pointing west
Distant bellowing dog
Drowsy, rippling bronze
And a twist of smoke
Humic opulence
Gently distilled into
Small batch tranquillity
