Since high enthroned on Ida's fateful plain Sat Odin, when the Northmen hither roved They chose this throne-like hill for him they loved, Here o'er Valhalla should the great god reign; Hard by ran Mimir's fountain, whither, fain To know if Heimdals warning could be proved, When Asgard trembled and the earth was moved By Ragnarok, went Odin, but in vain. Fountain of sorrow, hill-top dark with fate. The cloud pavilions reared upon thine height, The stars that tremble o'er thee, speak of woe; Yet this of solace have we, that we know Neither the day we shall be desolate, Nor that dread hour when o'er us falls the night. Sonnets Round the Coast by Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley. Pub. 1887 thanks to Graeme Chappell
I’ve been playing this quite a lot.
Ravenscar stands 600ft above the restless North Sea. To many it is simply a stopping off point between Whitby and Scarborough, commanding expansive views of the beautiful North Yorkshire coastline. Yet this place is also a canvas on which the overlapping layers of history have left their fingerprints.
The recordings that form this work were collected over two years during various seasons and in a range of weather conditions. Natural materials collected from the site were manipulated in several ways to add a sense of intimacy and perspective.
Although the piece is intended to be listened to as an unbroken whole, five distinct phases are passed through.. Read More and buy here