If I was a neolithic chieftain, recently deceased, and I wanted to survey my domain for eternity, were better than a massive long barrow atop a nice hill in what would become Wiltshire?

So okay, eternity has been denied me, and the long barrow now lies empty. I curse all nosy archaeologists, and wish cold hard pain upon them.

The thrust of the piece comes from the drops of rain falling from the entrance to the barrow, as I sheltered from the cold, hard December rain. On the plus side, I got pretty well acquainted with the tomb. Yes, it’s spooky when you’re on your own, but it also feels solid, and safe. No, I didn’t see any ghosts, unless they come in the form of a murder of crows in the surrounding fields.

Here’s the piece:

I also made a little trailer film…