Sunday at Bill's Mother's: 29th June 2025
Fire and water. Slower ways to get places. And a return to the hidden hillside.
Morning. Sheffield sits on the edge of a crumbling, incendiary climate emergency. Our moors should be buzzing bogland, humming with life, and sucking carbon into the ground. Polluting chimneys, lame game industries and too many sheep’s teeth and human feet have almost killed our high wetland…
