Jenny Sturgeon, Nan Shepherd and The Living Mountain

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By Paul Scraton:

Sometime around 2011 or 2012 I was in Ilkley, West Yorkshire, browsing the shelves of the Grove Bookshop. There, in a section devoted to nature writing and the outdoors, I found a slender volume called The Living Mountain by Nan Shepherd. This book, written around the end of the Second World War and first published in 1977, has become a touchstone of landscape and place writing in the decade or so since Canongate published it in a new edition with an introduction from Robert Macfarlane. It has been translated into a number of different languages and its author, who died in 1981, now graces the Scottish five-pound note. Quite the result for a book that had sat, quietly in a drawer, for more than three decades after Shepherd wrote it.

In the Canongate edition, The Living Mountain is only just over a hundred pages long, and yet within that short space Shepherd creates a richly detailed portrait of a place that was so important to her throughout her life – the Cairngorm mountains of Scotland. If I remember correctly, I read it in one evening at my mum’s house in Menston, and as so often happens with a book like this, it became connected in my imagination not only to the place it is actually about, but also the place where I read it.

I don’t know the Cairngorms very well. I have only been to that corner of Scotland a couple of times, both in childhood, and so I cannot be sure if my memories of the landscape are real, or based on other sources, not least Shepherd’s wonderfully descriptive prose. But picking up the book again this week, I found myself reminded not only of the Scottish landscapes I have known, but also the moors above my mum’s house and the walks we took during that visit nearly ten years ago, with Shepherd’s words still echoing around my head.

Indeed, it is perhaps the greatest compliment I can give to The Living Mountain is that a piece of writing so deeply connected to and rooted in a specific place, can have such resonance with someone who has nearly no personal experience of it. Perhaps it is because all of us who love the outdoors have our own version of what Shepherd felt when she walked out once more into the Cairngorms. For us it might be the Welsh hills or the Baltic coast, a Yorkshire moor or a Brandenburg forest, but we understand Shepherd’s depth of feeling because we feel it too. 

The cover artwork of ‘The Living Mountain’, the new album by Jenny Sturgeon, photo by Hannah Bailey

The cover artwork of ‘The Living Mountain’, the new album by Jenny Sturgeon, photo by Hannah Bailey

What is true of books is even more true of music. There are so many songs and albums that are connected in my brain to a certain moment, a time of my life and a particular place. A youth hostel room in Slovenia, the snow falling at the window. A border-crossing in Switzerland, in the middle of the night. A road trip through Spain and the volcanic landscapes of Cabo de Gata. Of course, these songs are not about those places, but they became forever linked with them in my imagination. So I was intrigued to see what happened when I listened to a new album by the singer-songwriter Jenny Sturgeon, who has written and recorded her own The Living Mountain, a collection of songs inspired by Nan Shepherd’s book.

As well as the album, released earlier this month, there will also be accompanying films by Shona Thomson which will be hopefully toured next year, and Sturgeon has also found time to record The Living Mountain Podcast, a series of conversations with artists, writers and ecologists about their own connections with the mountains, outdoor places and how they inspire and influence their work.

It often feels, with projects like this, that the great test of the work of art inspired by another is whether it can stand up on its own right. And while it is certainly true that, listening to Jenny Sturgeon’s songs with Nan Shepherd’s book at your elbow, it is easy to hear the conversation between them, the strength of The Living Mountain (the album) is that the songs work in and of themselves. It was a long time since I’d read the book when I first listened to Sturgeon’s album, and what I heard was something poetic, beautiful and haunting, and I think this would have been the case even if I had never read Shepherd’s work at all. 

At the end of Sturgeon’s podcast episodes she asks her guests if they have a piece of music that connects them to the landscapes and places they have been talking about in their conversation. The greatest compliment I can give The Living Mountain as an album is that I have continued to hear it, echoing in my head as Nan Shepherd’s prose did before, long after the album has finished and I’ve left the house to go for a walk by the river or in the woods. Something tells me that Sturgeon’s voice and songs will be with me for a long time, and will take me back to these autumn days in Berlin and Brandenburg, forever linked to this particular time and these particular places. It’s quite a way from the high plateau of the Cairngorms to the flatlands of northeastern Germany, but for this listener at least, they are now connected through the words and music of Jenny Sturgeon. 

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You can find out more about Jenny Sturgeon and the Living Mountain project, including the podcast, on her website. The album was released in October 2020 by Hudson Records. Nan Shepherd’s The Living Mountain is published by Canongate. Order it through your local independent bookshop.

Paul Scraton is the editor in chief of Elsewhere: A Journal of Place and the author of Ghosts on the Shore: Travels along Germany’s Baltic coast (Influx Press, 2017) as well as the Berlin novel Built on Sand (Influx Press, 2019). His next book, In the Pines, is a novella about a lifelong connection to the forest and will be published by Influx Press in 2021.

when the silence comes: a short film by Liang-Hsin Huang

We are extremely pleased and proud to be able to share on Elsewhere the work of Liang-Hsin Huang, an animator whose short film when the silence comes is a beautiful and poetic work about the silent moments in a relationship and the places where they are shared. A Taiwanese animator and director, Liang-Hsin Huang focuses on 2D and hand-drawn animation inspired by poetry. She says: “I love to explore how emotions can present in moving images and how they react in the spaces. when the silence comes is a film about these themes. When you are with others, there are always some awkward moments when you don’t want to say a word and the space turns silent and unreal.”

You can read more about Liang-Hsin Huang’s work via this interview with It’s Nice That, and you can explore her website and follow her on Instagram here.

Podcast: Folk on Foot

By Sara Bellini

“I have forgotten the cold” repeats Nancy Kerr in a song about the ragwort with its “crown of gold” and the cinnabar moth whose life entirely depends on it. It is a song “about climate, about weather and about love”. Her words particularly resonated with me this winter that feels unjustly deprived of cold. 

Later on she talks about the link between nature writing and writing folk songs, the stories that folk musicians carry with them and the landscape that is one with these stories. The beauty of nature and the concept of communality, of sharing the same piece of Earth and looking after it together, appreciating it, being part of it. 

The conversation between singer-songwriter Nancy Kerr and host Matthew Bannister reminded me again why I listen to Folk on Foot. Because through this podcast you get to know folk musicians in their own words and at the same time you walk with them in the places all over the UK that inspire them and they call home. For example you find out that Peggy Seeger has an apple tree in her garden in Iffley and the locals pick the fruits and make apple juice out of it, which sounds just lovely. 

The episode I referenced earlier (and you can find at the top of this post) followed Nancy Kerr along the Kennet and Avon Canal and coming soon in this Season 4 is Frank Turner. In the real world, footage from various podcast recordings will be shown by Matthew Bannister himself at King’s Place, London, on the 14th of March. The Wild Singing weekend is part of the Nature Unwrapped series and features performances by folk musicians and environmentally inspired artists, so have a look at the programme and ticket availability. Meanwhile, as usual, be nice to the bees.  

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A film poem by Daniel Bennett:

'For the last ten years, I've made the same train journey through the Hampshire countryside, from London out towards the coast. The landscape has become a familiar companion during this time, although remaining remote and elusive, trapped beyond glass. One night, on a diversion forced by bad weather, the train pulled along a remote area of track, where a high tensile fence had been strung across a patch of flooded marshland. Through the steam on the window, I could make out a man wearing a high-vis jacket staring back at me in front of a tent, an alpaca grazing by his side. This weird, fleeting glimpse into someone's life formed the basis of a long poem, taking in themes of rootlessness and austerity, one of many poems about place and landscape in my first collection, West South North, North South East.'

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Daniel Bennett was born in Shropshire and live and work in London. My poems have been published in numerous places, including The Stinging Fly, Black Box Manifold and Structo, and I'm also the author of the novel, All The Dogs. You can find more of my work online at Absence Club.

Film: Ness, by Adam Scovell

Image: A still from ‘Ness’ by Adam Scovell, an adaptation of the book by Robert Macfarlane and Stanley Donwood

Image: A still from ‘Ness’ by Adam Scovell, an adaptation of the book by Robert Macfarlane and Stanley Donwood

We have long been fans of the writer and filmmaker Adam Scovell here at Elsewhere, from his wonderful debut novel Mothlight (Influx Press, 2019) to his regular contributions on place, landscape, cities and film for a variety of outlets including Caught by the River, Little White Lies and the BFI. So when we heard that Adam was making a film adaptation of the book Ness by Robert Macfarlane and Stanley Donwood (Penguin, 2019), we were interested indeed.

The setting for the book and the film is the evocative landscape of Orford Ness in England, something which the film completely captures. Adam shot the film on a variety of different Super-8 stocks which, in his words, “is an enjoyably organic patchwork suitable for Robert’s porous prose, Stanley’s grainy illustrations and the landscape as a whole.” We wholeheartedly recommend you head over to Adam’s website Celluloid Wickerman to read more about the process of making this wonderful and atmospheric film, and we are really pleased and proud that Adam has given us his blessing to share it here on Elsewhere.

Adam’s second novel How Pale The Winter Has Made Us will be published by Influx Press in 2020, and you can find him on Twitter here.

Waiting Rooms: A short documentary

Three years ago, Samantha Whates decided she wanted to record her latest album away from the confines of a recording studio, preferring instead to take her music to everyday places and record the songs there. Following her progress over two years and six unusual recording sessions, this short film by Julius Beltrame & edited by Sam Errington is a small glimpse inside that journey, and a tribute to Samantha's unique achievement.

We’ve also been following Samantha’s progress in the making of this album, and you can read about some of the sessions here on Elsewhere.

New Music: Daylight Savings, by Samantha Whates

An apt title for a new release from Samantha Whates this Monday morning, as we are extremely pleased to share the video for Samantha’s single ‘Daylight Savings’. Observant readers of Elsewhere will know Samantha as we have been following her in the process of recording the album ‘Waiting Rooms’, which will be released next month.

All the tracks on ‘Waiting Rooms’ were written and recorded in a series of waiting rooms, some active and some abandoned, in railway and bus stations, hospitals, ferry ports and care homes. The album, which we are very much looking forward to, will address themes of loss and waiting, of transition and of time passing in transient spaces.

The song ‘Daylight Savings’ was recorded live in the golden hour of early autumn 2018 in the abandoned, Grade II Listed Old Waiting Room in Peckham Rye Station. The waiting room opened in 1865 but has been closed since 1961, and after some serious time and effort, Samantha was allowed in to record the song. It was worth it. In Samantha’s own words: “Daylight Savings captures that space and the light more than any other song on the album could’ve - that room was made for recording classical instrument and voice and I am honoured to have been able to make a recording in that room. I am not sure that will happen again.”

Samantha Whates – Waiting Rooms – Released 1 November on WONDERFUL SOUND

About the music video for Daylight Savings:
Arr. by Rhia Parker.
Directed by Samantha Whates
Compositor - Dylan White
Animation Supervisor - Simon Lambert
Special thanks to Sandringham Primary School for use of equipment :)
Featuring
Recorder - Rhia Parker & Danielle Jalowiecka
Cello - Tara Franks
Recording & Engineer - Douglas Whates

Waiting Rooms by Samantha Whates - Part II: Loughton

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Singer and songwriter Samantha Whates is writing and recording her forthcoming album entirely on location in a series of waiting rooms, some active, some abandoned, trains, buses, hospitals, ferries, care homes. The album will address themes of loss and waiting, of transition and of time passing in transient spaces

Dylan White, who has worked with Samantha on the project will be writing a series of posts for the Elsewhere blog from the different locations of the recording sessions. The second of the series takes us to an overnight recording in an art deco waiting room at the end of a tube line:

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Underground 

It’s hard to believe Samantha ever recorded in here. Sneaked in after hours by game TFL staff and adrenalin. A four piece band, recording engineer and filmmaker. Laden. A full kit. Ad hoc power supply daisy chained up the steps from the opposite platform office. The bash of drums reverberating around this tiny glass and brick quadrangle in the dead of night and rain, as empty ghost trains howled past the station windows throughout. The first time music has been recorded live on the network, and perhaps not completely legally so let's hurry past the specifics.  

In her own estimation it’s not her strongest take. She can hear the cold and the wet and the hour in her vocal. For me it’s everything this project is and more. It’s hard. It’s brave. It’s exposing. It’s romantic as hell sure but it’s real. And cold. And stinks of people, both real and imagined.

This is a haunting, harrowing recording in an oddly beautiful, austere, Art Deco station on the very periphery of the city limits. Suburbia. Commuter belt. A twin hulled concrete spaceship perched precariously atop the perimeter. Ballardian dreams of hope and regret. The constant rumble of those empty commuter trains full of broken dreams is audible, rolling in and out throughout.

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Recording this album has been an adventure, inhabiting and reinterpreting sometime public spaces in a totally honest and genuine way. On arrival here there was no power supply and the damp stench of it. Frankly it’s a horrible place. And it still stinks of piss. But that’s London, and that's real life. Imbued with stark lines, crittal windows and the utopian ideas of the 30’s, joined by a filthy dimplex heater maybe 50 years later, it’s grilled cover charred and warped. Someone’s twitter handle scrawled on with a marker pen perhaps 30 years later still. 

How many people have sat right here? How many countless mornings of thought, apprehension, worry, elation have people sat and lived on these municipal wooden benches. No one seems to use these waiting rooms anymore. Are we too busy. Are the trains too frequent. Do we ever just stop to think, to wait. Does anybody have time, or inclination, patience. We poke and prod our lives away, cloying away the time. Averting our gaze. Avoiding the inevitable.

Perhaps it’s me they’re avoiding. The dishevelled guy taking photos of heaters, riding the rails like a zone 6 hobo. It’s nice out here. The carriages are mostly empty, the windows wide angle panorama of rolling fields and woods call to me, as I scan for birds and big cats, idly transecting the m25 like the psychogeographer of cliche.

Dylan White’s website / twitter
Samantha Whates on twitter