And so the ragged band of travellers return home after a a year together hunting, fishing, gathering food and wisdom from River, Sea and Moor. 

What has been learnt of the old way, from our ancestral lands, and from the African woodland savannah where the direct descendants of our original forbears still track, sing and make fire by friction as part of daily life?

A warm welcome home to the place we started, where the smouldering fire waits to be kindled into bright flame once more while we share our stories at the hearth in the presence of the Elders who beheld the beginning of our journey back in the Spring.