We are a floating harbour, the landscape which so realises our suspension sees a gorge’s drop below, where there swells an empty distance between here and the past.

Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God, you count far more to him than birds, he will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.

A true story about the cross and the lamb, a story in which events invite us to react to the life and death of one man, a people-oriented story, with heavyweight themes of suffering, humility, betrayal, judgement, anger, love, fear and sorrow.

He makes springs pour water into the ravines, it flows between the hills; they give water to all the beasts of the moor, the wild ponies quench their thirst, the birds sing, the grass grows.