A tunnel through the woods
This book was made in response to a North West Book Artists brief. The idea was to visit a woodland and produce a book based on that visit.
My woods are Brinscall Woods in Lancashire. I grew up in Brinscall and we played in the woods as kids. It seemed to us that they had always been there. It was only recently that I read a book ‘The farms of Brinscall Moor’ and realised that the place we played in used to be farmland which was only forested in the early 20th century.
We knew about the ruins of the big house, Heatherlea, which still had some intact walls with window openings when we were little (much of it has fallen now). But the rest of the walls which ran through the wood we just accepted as being there and didn’t give them much thought.
I based the image on photos I took on a walk there in October. To make reference to the people who used to live in these building the sides and endpapers are taken from a map of 1894 showing the farms that used to be on our route before the woodland was planted.
My woods are Brinscall Woods in Lancashire. I grew up in Brinscall and we played in the woods as kids. It seemed to us that they had always been there. It was only recently that I read a book ‘The farms of Brinscall Moor’ and realised that the place we played in used to be farmland which was only forested in the early 20th century.
We knew about the ruins of the big house, Heatherlea, which still had some intact walls with window openings when we were little (much of it has fallen now). But the rest of the walls which ran through the wood we just accepted as being there and didn’t give them much thought.
I based the image on photos I took on a walk there in October. To make reference to the people who used to live in these building the sides and endpapers are taken from a map of 1894 showing the farms that used to be on our route before the woodland was planted.
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