Like many of us, James McDermott returned to the land of his roots over the lockdown of 2020. Gone were the bright lights of Soho and Shoreditch; the writer instead found himself contemplating the complexity of ecosystems within swaying reed beds, pondering the fluidity of water in the turn of the tide.
He tells us how the pandemic prompted his move away from the city, and how lockdown walks helped him to see nature as 'loud and theatrical and camp.' Queerness, he realised, exists everywhere, beyond pride marches and isolated neighbourhoods - inside sea creatures and vegetables.