I sometimes feel compelled to take certain paths, aware I’m being pushed by energies beyond my understanding. This year I knew I was going to spend the night of the summer solstice out in The Meadows, just off the Crescent in Salford. This land is perhaps where the first settlers came to rest, at the curve of the River Irwell, where it doubles back on itself. It has remained a slightly wild place, now left to grow so that if […]