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The last notes have faded, the chairs are stacked away and, after many months of planning, dreaming and occasional anxiety, the first Tree of Strings Festival is over.

Imagine a fisherman. Alone at sea. But not just an old sea. A musical sea. Where the waves are soundscapes that ebb and flow, bob and swell around him.

In the Tithe Barn, as sunlight reaches through the high windows, the grain of the timber and stone feel rich with memory.

Silent films have never truly been silent. Even before the advent of popcorn and sweets in crinkly wrappers, cinema has always been a noisy affair.

One of the pleasures of curating Tree of Strings is bringing well-loved pieces together with music you might not have heard before.

A string tree is the place where the strings meet the top of a harp, or the top of a guitar…

We’re excited to be getting started and sharing what we’re building in Dorset. It feels like things are starting to grow.

The festival begins with a simple idea: music feels most alive when the familiar sits happily alongside the unexpected.