There are signs of pear rust and box tree caterpillar - a garden is a battlefield - but indoors all is calm at a Japanese rope bondage training session.
Osada Steve, a softly-spoken, deadpan German performer, photographer and film-maker, is conducting a private class for the initiated. The model for demonstrations is Sophie, a strong and graceful aerialist about the size of a sparrow.
Recollecting that the pursuit is based on a martial art, Steve's advice to riggers is 'At all times be impregnable' - watch posture and position so as not to be vulnerable to attack from the model. As if. He points out it's important to assess if a potential partner is going to say, 'Don't touch me, mother****er.' He is careful, throughout the two-day teaching session, to check that no one is feeling triggered.
On day two Steve interrupts me while I'm drawing (I'm triggered - don't talk to me, mother****er - but I remember my manners) to ask if I'm a dominatrix. The professional dominatrix in the room laughs, showing a surprising lack of self-control.
'We want to inflict pleasure,' he says. 'We want to provide the warmth and protection of rope to our rope partner.' He shows the model an apparent tangle of rope and flicks it out straight. It's a bit like being able to flip up a tennis ball between your shoe and the edge of the racket - you feel you could master the whole thing if you could do that.
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