Tom Arthurs adopts the role of rural flâneur on this his first solo outing, the result of a 10-day trip to Portugal recording various walks through Lisbon and nearby Alentejo. Barley audible herbaceous rustles and extraneous leafy fidgets suggest the subtlest of human intrusions to frame an ambient paradigm for meditative immersion. Bird chatter invites the timid, avian-like calls of Arthurs’ piccolo-trumpet (parachuted down from forests in Berlin and monasteries in Athens), before being smothered in coastline static. The results are undoubtedly Cagean in their approach to elusive silence, yet recall jazz-related interactions with wildlife, such as the recent amphibian accompaniments of Barry Guy and Fred Lonberg-Holm. The paucity of Arthurs’ brassy interjections indicates a musician appreciative of both the preciousness of peace and the subtle drama and unadorned beauty of natural landscapes left near untouched.