Pilgrim Soul

Walking toward
HOME

A singer-songwriter and memoirist on the road — finishing a book, preparing a journey, seeking the ancient, the wondrous, and the place where the soul belongs. Two dogs. One campervan. An open road.

A life in motion, made visible

This is not a polished artist website. It is a place to follow one life as it moves — through the writing of a memoir, into a campervan expedition around Britain with two dogs, across sacred sites and ancient landscapes and communities of people living differently.


There is a book nearly ready. There is music being made on the road. There is a second book forming from the research. And underneath all of it, a question being lived rather than asked: where is home? Not a house — a belonging.


If any of that resonates — you are welcome here. Pull up a chair.

The ancient way

The work and the way

I — The Book

The Stilted Pilgrim

A memoir of walking 437 miles across Britain on stilts in 2013 — following the ancient Michael and Mary ley lines from Norfolk to Cornwall. 56 days. 89 stages. A charity walk for Shelter that became something stranger and deeper than expected. The book is in its final editing now. This site is where it will launch.

II — The Road

The Expedition

Soon: a campervan journey around Britain with Marley and Ziggy — two dogs, much countryside, and no fixed itinerary beyond following what calls. Sacred sites, old friends, friends not yet met, wild places, intentional communities. Music made along the way. Research for the second book. And the long search for wherever it is the soul says: here.

III — The Music

Songs from the Path

There is an album — Symphony Of Man — that was made with care and never properly heard. It is here now. New music is forming from the road: live sessions, collaborations with people encountered on the way, recordings from the places themselves. The troubadour model — music as a living, moving thing, not a product with a release schedule.

"The land holds memory. You only have to walk slowly enough to hear it."

Explore the gathering place

The Dispatch

Read the latest

Words sent from wherever the road has led — a stone circle in Cornwall, a pub in the Marches, a lay-by somewhere on Dartmoor with rain on the windscreen and the hills just visible through the mist.

Not a newsletter. A dispatch. The difference matters. A newsletter is scheduled. A dispatch arrives when something worth saying has happened.