Grand Finale Brungerley parks touring art exhibition

09.00 First stop Clitheroe Market

Along with having a great chat to George from the pants and sock stall I bumped into a couple of dog walkers from Brungerley park

11.30 Brungerley Park it was great to get to show people their dog portrait postcards and get to have a final chat and wish people well.

Well we just had to have choice between Yorkshire and Lancashire tea and also a few Bottles of local fine ale ‘Hegless peg’ named after local legend Peg o nell.

Great to see so many familiar faces

2.30 Sainsburys


A couple of stops were added …one at the local craft store as someone saw the poster on the outside of the van so I welcomed them aboard for a private view.

And secondly I called in at my favourite new shop in Clitheroe


Lisa who runs the quirky shop is a very talented illustrated her and her cousin came aboard for a look at what I had been upto!

I have had such a wonderful time and met so many great people thankyou for making me welcome and sharing your many stories.

18.00 Homeward bound

Amy Pennington


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Before I go

Before I left this wonderful park, people and project I needed to do a couple of things.

So many people of Brungerley park have spoke to me about the bottom path which runs alongside the rubble valley river. A few years back this path shut and has remained closed due to a land fall.

Just over the river is where the border of yorkshire and lancashire met. The boundaries changed years ago which has now resulted in many folk now being classed as lancashire men or women though their birth certificate says different.

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Simon Entwistle the story of peg o nell

During my time at Brungerley park a few people told me about the old tale of peg o nell they also told me I should meet local man Simon Entwistle. Simon runs ghost tours of the area and is colourful character to meet you can find out more about him here… and perhaps even book a tour!

Simon kindly offered to meet in the park and sat in the camper van with two warm cups of tea looking on to the river simon told me all about the goings on of Peg o nell.

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The Wildman

The Wildman is something of a mystery in Marsden Park. It appears twice, once as a relief on the main entrance, and once as a statue that has gone missing. The statue is now replaced, but sits indoors at the Old Hall.  Sue says: “It used to be in one of the gateposts but somebody stole it, so we made another one. The original was totally naked and his club was much bigger.”

  The Wildman features in the last of the ‘Missing from Marsden’ posters. As a symbol, The Wildman captures the essence of the park as an ambiguous space, a meeting point between man and nature, where the rules of who governs are unclear.  The park is an open public space. With so many gates and entrances, I was surprised to learn the park remains accessible at night time. Dotted around the parameters of the park you can see some sections of the old railing, most have been removed for the war effort. But these railings are now ornamental and have no real functional use of separation. The Wildman, if he ever existed, would be at home here.   

back to last saturday 3.11 at foxhill

ahh, my last day at the nature reserve, meeting people and dogs , giving them their paw prints, not many people turned up but it had been snowing in the morning and really was cold, so thanks those who did

a bit more swinging on the swing in the old mill owners playground

sadly (for me) I then cut down the bandaged pieces from the trees, as promised, to leave the site as I found it- except for the melted , rained on clay work and the made structures which are still holding, hopefully becoming dens for animals of a creative-bent.

I installed the logs with photos at the centre with a sign to ask everyone whose dog made a paw cast , to pick them up. Also to please take out the photos and slot them back in afterwards.

I dont like endings, and dont like writing about them but this has been a very special and memorable project for me. Foxhill is a truly wonderful space and I know people will continue to enjoy it and keep it safe. The project has allowed me to pick up a couple of threeads that recur in my work – looking at how we play, how we interact with our environment, our complex and delicate relationship to place, the marks we leave behind how the natural environment informs us, and the meshing together of the past , present and future. All these ideas have been clarified and extended by working with other people and by being given this huge and gorgeous  “playground” which is Foxhill.

back to last wednesday 31.10

sorry for the delay in blogging-

my final session with the home educators

gave them the chance to build a den, talked through the issue of den building on nature reserves with a trained forest school practioner

the den had a slow start (I think I left them too long to sort it out themselves) but was great

home ed group given permission!

I bought a mini potters wheel from the Ossy table top sale and we struck it up in the woods, in the “play” area (site of mill owners hse)- balancing on a tree trunk . Not technically a brilliant machine but it worked and the splodgy pots were fun , we left them on the tree trunk for the weather to sort out

mucky pottery pups

yummy  mushroom ! which is EDIBLE!!

then met phil who helped chain saw some shape and notches into my logs, thankyou

i really want to go on a chainsaw course- not to create crocodiles and owls, but to slice open slits, wedges , notches, cracks, chunks, , create opportunities in the wood to intervene with other objects and materials – create spaces for stuffing in metal, wool, lard,fur, leather, plaster other wood. To chop out steps, ramps, ravines, intermissions- closed dark spaces, open wound….its very hard to do lots of sawing in big , green logs like these (and these are not even so wide) and the cuts are a little narrow for the images which I’ll be slotting in


The Lost Signpost

I was lucky enough to get a group of young people from Safe Space. They joined me in the park on Halloween before the rain.  I had an idea of an ‘intervention’  - a lost signpost, wandering around the park, not sure what to point at, asking the members of the public for guidance. Originally a costume, then a prop, the lost signpost turned out to be a mask. I invited fellow artist Joyce Branagh, a playwright and wordsmith, to help me bring the lost signpost to life. She said ‘think of what you can feel, or hear, not just what you can see…’

The lost signpost tells what different areas of the park are feeling. The signpost was taken for a walk, and the young people came up with words including ‘old but hopeful’, ‘fragile’, and ‘mysterious’ to describe different spaces. ‘Mysterious’ was meant to point at the sky, which is ‘always changing’.










We took turns being the signpost, the director and the photographer.

I also had some chalk and birdseed, and permission (and encouragement) from Lee Johnson to use the space freely. One girl drew a picture of a bird and tree in the flower beds, and another drew a witch in chalk. Happy Halloween!



The Missing Swimming Pool

I was told about the lost swimming pool at the very start. It is still a talking point, I was warned. Some one told me that hardly anyone used it because it was too cold, even at the height of summer, but now it’s gone people talk about it frequently. Michael used to work there when he was a young lad. I had to include it in the ‘missing poster’ series.

As I was walking around, looking for a tree to pin the poster, I overheard a mum telling her child: ‘That whole field used to be a swimming pool’. There was no nostalgic note in her voice. More a feeling of wonder about how a huge object like a swimming pool can disappear. The missing swimming pool provides a shared story that links everyone.