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A Year In The Country: Work
Something of a tribute to wandering, The Advisory Circle, Public Information films of my youth…
…and a tribute to times as a child of playing in a valley on the edgelands of a post-industrial town where the water of the stream would change colour (blue? orange?) depending on what was being pumped into it, a sewage pipe over the river with a spiked guard to stop you climbing across it seemed like an impossibly exciting and exotic barrier to surpass and we would be told to not play inside the discarded washing machines etc that scattered the side of the hill (as if we would)…
