Coed-lan (place of trees)
A short pilot/sample film
19 standing and 3 fallen trees, perhaps, and a dry stone wall is their guardian. It’s a place for fairy tales and crimes. A sock, a pair of waterproof trousers, a half burnt log and a wet squashed plastic bag; turning into something else. The sunlight dapples and dances for the fairies and the wind whistles quickly through for the murderers. Watching trees, eyes on each other, and stalking intruders, they are preparing to pounce on me as I run around them, in red.