Sound designer and field recordist, working out of a converted boathouse on the Tarn estuary.

Room tone, Hollowmere chapelTwelve minutes of rain on lead flashing, recorded…

Ferry engine, four positionsThe 06:40 crossing, mics taped to the rail and…

Notes on a broken tape machineThe capstan slipped a half beat and I kept every…

Winter marsh, before the tideNothing moves for six minutes and then the whole…

Talk: listening at low volumeA short piece I gave to a room of eleven people…

Kiln shed, night shiftBrick, heat, and a fan belt that sings a flat E…

Bell tower, second SundaySix ringers, one recorder, and a very long walk…

Field notes from the tide lineThe gulls were already up when we set the mics…