Textures

A functionless walk is about as embodied as you can get. Easing, thrusting, rolling, smoothing, tip-toeing the body across the environment. It would be a shame if after all that erotic energy, expended by people ‘getting in touch with nature’, if no one really touched it.

So handle the weft and weave, the detail, the spiny thorn and the nettle hair. Leave a little of your blood on things. Take stones home in bruises. Test clay between your fingertips. Put your head in rivers. Let tadpoles and tiny crabs skuttle across the back of your arm.

Stand still to feel the different kinds of wind.

Tread (with the right boots) on bottle fragments and tin cans. And then spend a few minutes enjoying the textures after the crunch.