if cluster is about being out on the marshes at night –

the sound and feeling of the wetlands at dusk, with the sounds of amphibians disturbing the dykes or crayfish crawling out onto the paths. the strangeness of the landscape is heightened: a sense of submersion in an aqueous biome, as in the book of the show Waterlog, Martin Coates' preserved bittern skins, or Susan Collins' Silicon Fen

thinking of the ecologists who saved this area from development, now thick with aquatic and other life, directly beside the development at Empuriabrava and the town of Roses to the east, and to the west the campsite Nautic Almatà, with which it shares a fluctuating boundary

in winter, deer from the reserve come onto the grass pitches, the poplars and the juniper hedges are full of goldfinches, sparrows and nightingales

in May, a few birdwatchers camp by the fence, groups of deer still come more tentatively at night, leaving fresh droppings in among the tents, and semi wild grey white horses that stand up to their chests in the marsh come running into the campsite from the beach

by June, the buildup of caravans and visitors from the north will have has pushed the deer back into the reserve except at night, when their eyes shine in the beam of a torch

– it is also about forms of attachment

the recordist at work alone is gone. lacking professional equipment, recording is blurred, snatched, in response to a suggestion of a grouping, or the edge of a scene. with a low light setting included on some basic video cameras at that time

in this minimal, strangely resonant vignette, a small group is walking away down a track that is shining the way paths shine when they have some flints and rough aggregate in them. the frame rate is reduced automatically to maximise each exposure, creating a slowed down effect even though the recording is in real time. the group is moving both away and in to darkness, so you are being left behind ..