This ground I’ve walked, I’ve walked before
'This ground I've walked, I've walked before. I know it’s oddities, it’s dangling limbs, It’s buried roots, it’s ancient trees. Oak, elder, pine, we are all friends. I breathe its forests, eyes closed, hands open. I soak in its seas and run down its hills. It’s rooted within me, a lived history within every new step. I know this ground, I’ve walked it before'
The wind calls the sea
A recent painting, inspired by the relationship of the wind and the sea.
New beginnings
It feels like quite a few changes are happening at once, in the near future I will be moving house and location to the lovely quaint village of Lacock in Wiltshire………
Seasonal colour conversations - a journey through the Celtic calendar
In our household we exchange books on Christmas eve. Ever since hearing about this Icelandic tradition it’s fast becoming one of our favourite adopted family rituals. This Christmas I received the beautifully written and laid out ‘Slow Seasons’ by Rosie Steer.……