DECEMBER 2022 · GROUNDED
The woods, Ashton Court, Bristol
Avon Gorge, Bristol
Ashton Court is ten minutes from the centre of Bristol. The woodland is old — oaks that were growing when the estate was a working deer park, tall enough now that they dwarf the ironwork fencing that was put up to manage the land. The fencing is still there. That's what I kept noticing: the metal railings running through the trees, the stone walls buried in ivy and moss, the estate's infrastructure absorbed into the woodland over time.

December had stripped most of the canopy. The undergrowth was in late autumn collapse — bracken down, leaves deep on the ground, the forest floor brown and wet. But there was still autumn colour in the upper canopy where yellow leaves hung on. And down at ground level, the decay cycle running: a small mushroom in the leaf litter, delicate, precise, moss thick on the stones around it.
Two registers of history in one shot: the trees that predate the wall, and the wall that tried to contain them.
Ashton Court — December 2022

The path winds through it all alongside the metal fencing. You walk between boundaries. On one side, old estate wall covered in ivy and green moss. On the other, the trees doing what trees do. Occasionally a figure visible through the oaks in the middle distance, walking. The ancient woodland interior with the moss-covered stone wall and the autumn canopy overhead — that was the frame I kept returning to. Two registers of history in one shot: the trees that predate the wall, and the wall that tried to contain them.


Exposed root systems on the forest floor. Tall straight trunks, russet undergrowth around their bases. The light low and diffuse through the bare canopy, winter-flat.










