Walk With Me @ Felbrigg Hall

Walk With Me, created by Strijbos and Van Rijswijk, has travelled across the world, from New York to The Berlin Wall. Different every time, inspired and personalised for each location, for Norfolk & Norwich Festival they've taken on Felbrigg Hall, 45 minutes from Norwich in the heart of the countryside.

It's a warm overcast day in May. I've got my bottle of water. I have my banana. I have my sunglasses and I'm ready to rock this soundscape walk yo. Felbrigg is full of young families with ice creams and olds with flasks who look rather confused to see me, kitted out with big old headphones and clutching an iPad, bombing it round the grounds. But I feel pretty damned cool. I'm having an uber enhanced experience and they should be totally jel. It's 2016. Get with the programme.

This is how it works. The sounds I hear in my headphones are triggered by certain points in the grounds of the Hall using a GPS system. I'm given an iPad (with a shoulder strap) to see the GPS points on a map, to plot my own journey. Every path chosen gives a different experience, and with over four hours of 'footage', there's no way it will ever be the same twice. There are so many paths, forested areas, open fields and landmarks to visit and explore, I head north past the Hall itself and into the woods to make a start.

Voices appear mysteriously in my head, as if someone is walking next to me. There are sounds of gravel crunching underfoot - the very same sound that my own feet are making. There's someone breathing. Behind the voices is birdsong, echoing the actual birdsong I can hear, and ambient music. It all feels hyper-real, and a little bit spooky. Birds fly up in front of me, the trees are a lurid spring green, and with the sounds in my ears, I feel like I'm actually in a film and anything could happen. Heading into the dark and empty forest, I hear a first person narrative from a man who has lost his wife, who lived in the village of Felbrigg, just the beginnings of a story that I start to piece together through my journey. I hear someone telling me about a boy who was lost in the woods. I can hear snatched conversations as if people are passing me, running footsteps, children playing, and it's so real...so real and so close that I lose count of the times I physically turn and look for where the sound is coming from. At times it feels quite threatening, others, life affirmingly sad, charming and all too human.

The best moment for me is what happens when I reach the sinister and mausoleum-like Ice House, which has, on past visits, always held an air of terror for me. I shan't spoil it for you, but let's just say you won't forget it. Moving along the path in the deserted woods a young girl whispers the tale of an arrested poacher, found with a trap in the woods; I hear children playing hide and seek and laughing. Arriving at the point of the Victory V, I see a bench, with an elderly couple resting on it. A old man reminisces in my headphones about a time when, courting his future wife in their youth, he kissed her on that bench. It's a tender and magical coincidental moment for me.