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The music is the landscape, and the landscape is the music, and we’re all tied to it by our shared history... Unearthings is a series of transmissions inspired by the changing seasons and changing landscape of East Anglia, drawing on poetry, prose, found texts and field recordings.

It’s dry and arid, there’s been hardly any rain for weeks,and everything is parched. The yellowhammer has changed his onomatopoeic song, and he no longer sings of a little bit of bread and no cheese, but of another day in the anthropocene. sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - guitar

the cuckoo comes in april he sings his song in may in the middle of june he changes his tune and july he flies away sharon sanderson - voice, and field recordings made in woodland near minsmere, suffolk robert sanderson - guitar & gramophonics

The dark night is over and a new day begins... sharon sanderson - field recordings (Kelling Heath) robert sanderson - atmospherics

They that go down to the sea in ships, and occupy their business in great waters; These men see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. For at his word the stormy wind ariseth, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They are carried up to the heaven, and down again to the deep. Their soul melteth away, because of the trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits’ end. So when they they cry unto the Lord in their trouble he delivereth them out of their distress. For He maketh the storm to cease, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they are at rest; and so he bringeth them unto the haven where they would be. * We navigated by stars, charted our course by constellations, carried cargo on the German Ocean from Lubek to Lynn and fished for herring and cod in the cold north waters. We lined up with the church towers as we pulled into port, and carved our crude ships on the pillars in the nave - votive scratchings as we listened to long sermons for the saints and the hammer-beam angels to intercede for us, and grant us safe passage. And after the harbour has silted up and after the river has changed its course and after the town has hollowed out and long after we have sailed from these shores our graffiti ships will still be there safe in the haven of our souls. * sharon sanderson - field recordings & voice robert sanderson - music, atmospherics & voice

An audio snapshot of Berlin

Darkness falls over Wuffinga-land, and an autumnal day comes to a close. Chieftains sleep forever in their buried ships, and Mrs. Edith Pretty consults the spirits, while Basil Brown, trowel in hand, scrapes away the soil of centuries. Sharon's on a patch of heathland recording the rutting red deer, before she realises that the beaten tracks have dissolved into the darkness, and she's now lost. Sharon Sanderson - field recordings Robert Sanderson - atmospherics voices - Professor H.C.Wyld, an academic and linguist, reading an extract from Beowulf Basil Brown, a local self-taught archaeologist explaining how he discovered the remains of a buried ship at Sutton Hoo

A nocturnal set of music and incidental soundscapes designed to be listened to under the stars 1. gloaming 2. the nighttime is the best time of the day (finnish tango) 3. through the woods 4. music for bat detector & gramophone 5. the souls of unbaptised children wander the skies tonight sharon sanderson - field recordings & bat detectors robert sanderson - atmospherics & instruments all tracks by sanderson & sanderson

music for two nightingales and an ersatz cello sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - ersatz cello f. scott fitzgerald reading the first verse of ode to a nightingale by john keats nightingales recorded at westleton heath in suffolk

recorded early one morning in springtime at buckenham marshes near norwich sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - atmospherics

This is from a series of scratchy, glitchy, low-fi podcasts we produced a few years ago. Although February is often the harshest month of winter, there's always the promise of better times ahead. It's the most schizophrenic time of the year - a time of snowstorms and snowdrops, sap rising and earth freezing, of Valentines and Lenten fasting, of optimism and resignation. Remember man, that thou art dust, and unto dust thou shalt return...

A compline for jackdaws and rooks, recorded at Buckenham in Norfolk. sharon sanderon - field recordings robert sanderson - gramophonics & samples

Low tide, and the stunted remains of a Bronze Age timber circle poke through the sand. A herd of curlews take to the air just above the surface of the water, and land a few yards away. A parcel of oystercatchers go about their business among the peat outcrops. Just over there, inside another timber circle, a body lies under the sky in the roots of an inverted oak, waiting for gulls and crows to pluck out the eyes, gouge out the innards and strip the flesh from the bones, to set the spirit free. Soon the tide will turn, and the shifting sands will cover everything, and everything will be lost…

An audio snapshot of an area of Newcastle down near the Quayside, watched over by the kittiwakes that nest under the Tyne Bridge, and on the balconies of the Baltic contemporary art gallery. sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - singing, guitar & atmospherics

Over the centuries the nightingale has flown in and out of the English national psyche, and its song has been an inspiration for musicians and poets throughout the ages. One of the cultural myths concerning the bird involved it jamming along to a cellist during a series of live recordings broadcast by the BBC, though it now seems likely that the corporation used the skills of a siffleur to impersonate its song. This track is based on variations of a dance by John Playford, and incorporates samples from the 1943 propaganda film The Demi-Paradise. The nightingales were recorded on Westleton Heath in Suffolk. sharon sanderson - field recordings robert sanderson - acoustic guitar & atmospherics