Angus Carlyle’s A Downland Index explores a physical engagement with a particular Downland landscape. It’s as much about the memories retained from that engagement as it is about running. The telegraphed texts, a weaving of lists, fragments, repeated motifs, are diary-pieces over time, fragmentary glimpses, remembered moments. They sketch movement through the landscape. Beautifully crafted after each run, the tone is dictated/implied by the physicality of running the landscape. Footfall forms a dominant rhythm. Each piece is satisfying complete in itself, but the hundred together are mesmeric. Full of delights, often deeply poetic, they’re a wonderful celebration of the particular.