A Green and Pleasant Land

The last week has been a fairly tricky one to navigate. The full moon of the deep dark of this winter has its claws deep into the stem of my brain and all rational thought went out of the window.

The pressure of balancing my job and' ‘what I do’ hasn’t been the easiest of late. In fact I’ve been on what I can only describe as some kind of mental and emotional rollercoaster that I haven’t fully felt in control of. Regardless the work must carry on and following some time meditating on why I have been feeling the way I have and trying to release the moons grip on my psyche I took off to Thurstaston to visit some stones and trees while hunting for shooting locations for my new film.

Thurstaton in winter has a touch of the eerie and wouldn’t at all be out of place in a 1970’s BBC production of an M. R James story. It is one of the highest places in Wirral and as such takes everything the Irish sea can throw at it. The vegetation there has an attitude of it’s own clinging to sandstone with every ounce of strength it can muster. It is an unnerving place to be, unsettling and moody. Prone to fire in the summer and a boggy wetland in the winter it really feels like a place out of time.

The heart of the space is Thor’s rock. A large outcrop of eroded sandstone that to my measure stands about 14 ft in hight and is covered in centuries of hand carved graffiti of the many people who visited the stone throughout time and find it’s other worldliness something that needs a name placing on. Lover’s initials and marijuana leaves sit as ease alongside sigils, and runes. It is a place for everyone of everyone and it has an energy unlike anywhere else in the borough.

Go visit and keep walking weird.