h01:52 — Agriturismo Fattoria Giada — San Marco dei Cavoti
Night insects draw to my headtorch and to Giuliano’s LED light. Bubbles, scrapes and chinks for my hydrophone trawl; a crab clicks over a flat rock. Water creatures in the depths under the bridge – Raffaele captures their energies in a way I could not. Birdsong strange in the moon’s soft grey; Chiara submerges one camera and aims another to the far shore. Franco talks of the purposes of night. Five foxes on the way home; at the farm, one screams for 10 minutes then – my recorder now on – niente for the half an hour till I fall asleep standing up.