One day I decided to walk to my studio from North Oxford to East Oxford instead of my usual cycle ride, I think because my bicycle had broken down and I had no money.
The walk became engrossing as I noticed so many little details of my journey at a slower pace. I took several hours as I stopped to talk to a friend, pick various herbs by the side of the road and hawthorn berries in the University parks.
When I finally got to my studio I decided to make a book about my walk, it documents my thoughts, encounters, and impressions on the way. I also had in my pocket the selection of herbs I had picked so I put on the kettle, made my book and drank my walk.
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