Under an east coast moon
As the sun set on the crumbling eastern tip of the Island, we took to a swampy barn on an outpost of the Fenns and thrashed out a paean to the undertow of the surroundings.
Fuelled by stories of Norse God hounds, anarchist clergy and the trade union movements of east Suffolk a trusty group of weary minstrels weaved a tapestry of sound amongst the lay deer
and ferrets and supported by local produce, livestock and international methods.
Watch this space as we will complete this new project in the next couple of months. We shall post pictures and sound asap.