Curlew Sculpture
The heather on the moorland here is beginning to look magnificent, patches of vibrant purple as bushels burst into flower. The air fragrant.
I followed a narrow, sheep-trodden, winding path until I was surrounded by the springy cushions of ling and cross-leaved heath. Day flying moths rose up, disturbed by my walking, silvery for a moment in their scattering.
This is where I’ve seen Curlew many times, watched them, and listened to their calls.
My carving brought to life by a backdrop of heather flowers, the sounds, the air, the light.