Chris Parsons’ Blog

Hello ‘Twas the day before, the day before Christmas, an early frost upon the ground. The phone rings… “All right pal, it’s Dean. Yeah, Chris I’m lost, I don’t know where the f#@k I am!” ….Phone…

Hello I’ve noticed that it is ‘Strictly’ season, so I thought I should let you into a ‘Strictly’ secret, well I say secret, it’s not, I just haven’t mentioned it before. It all began a couple…

Hello Got Christmas on your mind? Well, why not let LandWorks ease the pressure? Come and visit our new pop up Christmas shop (Quarry Field entrance). We’ve got it all: bespoke cards made by the guys,…

Hello Not quite sure why but I’ve been having a few weird dreams… “Well Kirsty, in this song The Clash suggest ‘phoning up Robin Hood and asking for some wealth distribution’… There are moments when a…

Chris’ fortnightly blog on LandWorks, life after prison, and the launch of the new PeN (Photographic electronic Narrative) Project.

Dear Mum I am so glad you are coming to the Supporters’ Day today. There is a lot to show you; it’s been a busy year and the lads are rightly proud of their achievements. We’ve…

Hello “I’m getting the hang of this. It’s a bit of a head f@#k… like my life”. Nicholls is dry stone walling. It’s his first time, he’s good and I’m just a touch jealous. We’re chatting…

Hello 6.35 am Swallows are already flying high Diving down over our flowering comfrey LandWorks is open And I catch a slightly odd smell. I treasure this first hour Not sure I want to admit it,…

Hello “Could I have a word, I’m feeling a bit paranoid, you know, not sure if I’m gonna do it, do you think I can this time?” You can imagine the Daily Newspaper headline… ‘Old lag…

Hello Market gardening? Lovely bit of growing, cash cropping, selling straight to the customer, supplying the veg you want, just need to be good at timing… Hmm well, timings not always been my strong point and…

Hello “He’s gone, he’s f**king run off!” His face screws up all contorted, squeezing out an accusation: “I f**king told you this would happen…” I am trying to avoid his eyes while I think. This looks…

Hello The following is something that I would have liked my younger self to read, that sunny morning three years ago in July 2013. I was sitting in my van staring at the prison gates; waiting…