I was looking out at the pigs this morning. They are looking so organised. Little groups with their shelter, loads of dug up hill slope to explore in and regular food. Problem was they thought that I was Andy with the food and were not amused to find that I had nothing for them. This is what is making the storytelling relevant and rooted (very rooted in the case of the pigs!)Stories are being told increasingly from very direct experience. The rather too bold piglet from the "The Tiger and the Pig" can be seen charging across the slope at West Town. I am looking forward to looking more closely at what is living and growing and weaving that into my work.