Category Archives: Walking

Angels in the Fens

After hearing a compelling podcast by Robert Macfarlane about a church full of extraordinary angels I took a couple of trains to the small town of March in Cambridgeshire. The walk from the station to the church goes through the … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg in Cornwall once again

Sometimes only gazing at and walking by the sea can bring a momentary respite from the news of global ghastliness.  And I was almost born in the sea, after all, but in the Devon sea which lapped at the end … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg and forest magic

Recently, to see off a dark mood after an almost sleepless night, I walked through the woods in Hampstead Heath, heading towards Kenwood House through patches of dappled sunlight and the scent of lime blossom. I took a wrong turning … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg walking in London, April 27th 2024

Walking in London, April 27th 2024

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Sally Kindberg and St Ia

A while ago my interest in early Celtic saints resulted in a series of drawings. Walking in Cornwall has always been one of my joys, and the story and image of St Ia, patron saint of St Ives, gripped my … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg and the Triola

A few weeks ago while looking for something else entirely I discovered my daughter’s old Triola, a musical instrument made by C.A.Seydel Sohne, a kind of melodica made for children.  What a delight! To avoid annoying my upstairs neighbours, I … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg in Cornwall again

With a fresh notebook, a pen or two and my walking boots I set out for Penzance, feeling my usual excitement as the train crossed over the Tamar from Devon via the Brunel Bridge. Operational since 1859, it enabled an … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg out and about in north London

Walking home one lunchtime I saw a small cockatoo outside enjoying the mild weather. ‘His name is Nietzsche’, his companion told me.  ‘Does Nietzsche ever speak?’ I asked. His companion said no, but Nietzsche, although silent, nodded his head vigorously.  … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg and urban wildlife

Elegant giraffe ladies can be seen posing in a tattooist’s window in Camden Town – it doesn’t seem polite to enquire if they are the tattooists themselves. If you happen to be walking through London’s Regents Park nearby, and the … Continue reading

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Sally Kindberg in Cornwall (part two)

I visited Cornwall recently to collect my small travelling Museum of Dust – its next stop is to briefly join an exhibition at the Art Workers Guild, then on to Swedenborg House (where I sometimes run workshops), later this year.  … Continue reading

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