At the edge of the Risveden forest. Right by the lake. Where the meadows and fields begin to broaden. That's the place. That's where we start. With the presence of those who stomped the ground. Grandparents who traveled the world in a different time. They brought us instruments and stories. They gave us a sound. Met by the music form their muddy hands. That's where we stand in our privileged land.

 

// The Land