‘The Hunger Moon, a name derived from the First Nations, appears at the end of winter when game was scarce and edible plants were few for animals and humans – a time when the threat of famine was very real’ – Dorian Winslow
In February 2021 Michael stepped out into the chill of the night on the second of his 12 full moon sleep outs…
‘with the eyes of an owl and the nose of a fox hungry for February’s full moon’… ‘slipping unnoticed through a gap into the crepuscular comfort of a fertile field ploughed with surfacing stars’… before entering Goblin Combe … ‘with the anticipation of being nourished by the rising light’.
Meeting in the warmth and comfort of Clevedon Pier’s glass roofed restaurant, participants heard a story of wild camping, the observance of nature and bewilderment.
The story was accompanied by Mark Smulian’s music and Margaret Zheng led a Calligraphy Workshop giving everyone there an opportunity to convey their own message for the coming year.