The wild wood and the water
Wait for the time
When memory and magic
collide with a chime
Your future is playing 
with the then and the now
It’s not a question of when,
But a question of how.
Some say that reflection
Is the door to that place
Some say it’s the shadows
That distort time and space
The truth’s in your heart,
Set it free from your mind
Stop looking for doors
It’s you that you’ll find
It’s the caw of the crow
It’s the magpie’s iron chak
It’s the whistle of willows
It’s the dry twig’s sharp crack
It’s the sound of the wild wood
And the water below
That calls us to wherever
it is we must go.

A year-long immersive experience played out over a year in London’s wild spaces.