00:00Talk of a proper winter night, isn't there?
00:03Hoping it'll be strong enough to blow up the cobwebs from between Ardeen's ear holes.
00:06Can't keep up.
00:07Ardeen says it's going to be proper blustery down up the top of that frost.
00:11All the days stood out on that cold.
00:14Oh, didn't pay me enough.
00:15Last week, the sun's out.
00:17I was outside with a cardigan watching my bed sheets dry.
00:20This week, we're hammering down the fences and chasing a pair of pants around the garden
00:24because they've blown off the line.
00:26I tried to catch them in this moment.
00:28When a child questions weather and why the wind stitches the town's talk together.
00:35It is a moment I find caught between swings and whistling hymns, raspberry jam and bookbag.
00:44And steel.
00:48Like a soil-twined piper, I guide their wellington toes to tip over cobbled roads and into...
00:56Earth.
01:00And watch the plastic of their mind.
01:03Forget their mother's washing hanging on the line.
01:06And not, instead, with fear of the moss-swollen man whose straw-picked limbs shows how wind will gnaw its
01:17skin and rot.
01:19But as I see their childhood breaking, their summer and school days shaking, I pluck them from the Earth like
01:32a fruit.
01:35And I wait for their learning lips to tell me how the wind blew the cobwebs from their head.
01:41How they caught the caution that was thrown there.
01:44How they're glad their funny face didn't get stuck there.
01:47And that's the moment I'm after.
01:53That parroted song passed along their family's tongue and whistled.
02:00Because then, I invite the ground to speak.
02:04Watch it rise as earthen roots clench around their boots and bound us in honesty to land's truth.
02:12Showing that wind is not just a thing to feel in your hair or put fear in the air but
02:16listen to.
02:17Because lost inside its howling is a found thing that speaks, warns of uncharted greed and supermarkets that feed on
02:25glut.
02:26It screams that even though we have more than enough fields, their flash sales and deals are making a meal
02:32of this earth.
02:33And if we don't listen to these dwindling yields, then we only have 60 harvests left.
02:45In England.
02:47And it hurts when they ask how the world turned the wind's warning silent.
02:54And I have to muck up their mother's head.
03:00Buried in the sand, still gaggling with gossip of wind and rain and washing lines.
03:06And like weeds around her, I pull up the village.
03:10Postmen and teachers, lawyers and bakers, doctors, lawmakers and butchers.
03:14Those who know that the earth is breaking, shaking, trying to wake a sleeping thing inside them.
03:20But they only sip storms from their teacups.
03:23Biscuits down, their knees up.
03:24They use it, refuse it, suck, pluck and abuse it.
03:28Talking as if they don't know that we are going to lose it.
03:31Our land.
03:34The barren and blistering rose that they have let their glasses tint beyond.
03:41And it's them.
03:43Those that taught us tongues they said were polite, that have stripped us of our right,
03:49arrested us even though we had no other choice but to fight.
03:53And somehow, we're having to say sorry because we thought this proudly British lot might want to talk about the
04:02weather.
04:04So, these kids might seem quiet, scared or rude to you.
04:12But really, they know what they need to do.
04:15We're keeping our fingers crossed and puffing, puffing, puffing.
04:17Because their dreams will only come together when this earth starts to heal for the better.
04:25And I'm sorry for hammering the point home, but they can't do that until you start to really talk about
04:35the weather.
04:39It rained off last year and she hasn't stopped talking about it since.
04:42The grounds are down my throat right, so I've forgotten to put springtime heat wave in my shopping list at
04:47the same time.
04:48Why does everything I can be doing to control that the sky button?
04:51Why does she expect me to be able to snap my fingers and make the weather change?
