The word ‘petrichor’ refers to the wonderful scent given off by dry earth when rain falls upon it. It comes from the Greek: ‘petra’ for rock, and ‘ichor’, which was the ethereal fluid that flowed through the veins of the gods. There is something relevant (even in these materialist times) in that earthly-sacred connection through our senses, and it got me thinking about the sensuousness of building with earth. The smell and feel involved in all the processes that make up the preparation of CobBauge. I have some of the materials here with me in my lockdown studio: the smooth clay slip, rough stalks of flax, the sqeezable mud ball of the CobBauge itself. In response, here is my offering: a list-poem of process.