Soft sand underfoot
Bright new faces all around
Learning never stops

Today I covered three leaky homes
With tarpaulins and nails donated from who knows where
With sawn up pallets to stop tearing.
And grateful people offered sweet tea and cake.

Later I went to the youth club with instruments
A wood hut on the wasteland that was south camp
Where teenagers played pool and table football
Then joined me in a long session of beats
With tunes. Some moments that were beautiful.
One boy engaged actively for the first time in weeks
Said one of the workers.
Where have I heard that before. Music the gateway.

Meanwhile Kathryn sat outside
Teaching English to young men from
Afghanistan, Sudan, Iran.
Conversations with a smile that start to connect
People with possibility.
What is that possibility?

As I drove in and out of the site today
I learnt from Claire and Joe.
Stories of the camp here and in Dunkirk
Distribution, support, escape, distraction.
And how the charities operate


Quiet now

It is quiet
Just bird calls around our camper van
Gentle dusk drawing down
Ginger tea comforts

The mind is not quiet
Assimilating a day of images and conversations
Slowly connecting conflicting concepts.
To make the most difference
Be patient

Nine hundred pans and pots
A mountain of blankets
A staircase of tents
Boxes on boxes of tins.

A light sandy pitch for football
Scattered with empty tear gas canisters
Populated by a cast of hundreds
Playing, laughing at times, curious
Singing, looking for ways out, sad
Questioning, why are we here, smile.
It is Gods will.

The main road passes by cafes
Water taps, simple shops,
Stagnant grey water
Gathered people
Trying to make a sense of it.
As I do.
I am free to go where I want.
They are not.


From Morecambe to Calais

Sunday morning

To the south coast
Trays of tins, cooking oil, tea bags
Bags of socks, coats, boots
A wallet of cash for gas
Accordion, drums and a trumpet
People’s wishes and hopes
And thoughts.

As we go to help
We will also witness
What people can’t see through the media
And bring back images
And changed selves
To, presumably,
Carry on with our lives
In our northern seaside town




I’ve started to pack and collect the gear I need for this rather mad journey.. loads of sessions, shows and meetings in 3 different cities… all working up to a plan for the long term development of community music in the region…

To plan for 3 year you need 3 months

So today we started a 3 day planning process at More Music to gather together our key staff and share and discuss the plans we are developing together. This is the start of a new journey for us all and we knew that we had to give some time to the starting point. The learning of many years working is that the end result is as good as the planning and thought that goes in. We have spent over a year working up to this point with funding applications, business plan meetings, focus groups and discussions with friends close and far away. Now we have to share that with our team and get everyone on board and understanding the concepts and also the details. It is exciting because if it works it will free many people up to do what they do best … whether that is being a technician or being a percussionist, a singer or a songwriter, a guitarist or a producer, a designer or a finance officer. And for me fundamentally it will be about letting go. Very exciting.

Travelling Home

Travelling Back

Up at 5 for cake and coffee before heading to the airport. Only Evany is awake and comes along for the ride!

Stopping in Brasilia I ride into the centre which is quite extraordinary in it’s simplicity of government design. At the Museum there is an exhibition that shows the terror of the destruction of the Amazon. Here are some of the images…


This is not something we can ignore any more and later talking with Jez on Skype from the airport he remarks on the power of the image that we wrote about earlier – driving form 8 hours through land that was once all forest. I wonder how this project can work on this in any way ?