The first of four articles about walking as art.

Nine years after I first walked as an act of art making, I have returned to Walton Moss to circumnavigate the same grid square as before. The first time I forgot my compass and despite my best intentions the outcome was, aesthetically, a bit rubbish. This time I intend to cheat like spotted feline to make a pure form.

This article introduces the return and reflects on why the experience was both different and the same.

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