The sounds are the landscape, and the landscape is the sounds, and we’re all tied to it by our shared history...
These podcasts are from a series of scratchy, low-fi transmissions produced by Sharon and I, mostly inspired by the changing seasons and changing landscape of East Anglia, and drawing on poetry, prose, found texts and field recordings.

A collection of observations and lies, broadcast to celebrate"Freedom Day"...

Included are the narratives of several unreliable witnesses, as well as Mrs. Sanderson's address to the nation to commemorate the 75th anniversary of VE Day, and A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nashe.

A summer's day in deepest darkest East Anglia, and a record of the changing physical and sonic landscapes of the countryside. It's an area of ghost airfields, buried history, and vast wide open fields under a vast wide open sky.

Transcription of larksong by Professor Walter Garstang.
Voices -
Mr. William Aldred, an 80 year-old farmhand, recorded in 1936
Professor H. C. Wyld (reading an extract from Beowulf)
Basil Brown, the archaeologist responsible for the discovery of the ship burial at Sutton Hoo
Olivia Masi, reading her poem and talking about the disappearance of corncrakes from the countryside

It was a Sunday in mid-May. We were in Suffolk, listening to a cuckoo in a wood near a nuclear power station, and the time seemed to stand still. On our way home, we stopped by a patch of heathland, and were serenaded for more than an hour by a pair of nightingales, who were drowning out the sound of the military aircraft that were rumbling overhead. It was a clear evening. There was a sundog before the dusk decended, and a tawny owl called into the night.

Readings:-
The Cuckoo - anon
The Cuckoo - a poem by Frederick Locker-Lampson (1857)
An account of the barley bird, by the Rev. Robert Forby (The Vocabulary of East Anglia, 1830)
Sweet Suffolk Owl - anon, possibly by Thomas Vautor, fl.1600-1620)

A celebration of allotments, the patron saint, birds of the air and the bard, along with the arrival of spring. The words in the cuckoo section are taken from Our Bird Friends by R. Kearton (1900).