“Look at how green and sunny the garden looks,” I say, proffering my phone to hubs and forcing him to look at an image of verdant abundance from the back end of last summer. “It’s hard to imagine it looking like that,” I continue, “when it’s so frozen and wet, and dead-looking at the minute,” … Continue reading Looking at snow it’s hard to imagine August
I've been to lots of mindfulness sessions, and somehow whenever I'm supposed to be lying on a beach, relaxing and feeling the warmth of the sun, something random will arrive in the sky, a giant fly, or a thought reminding me that's it is, in fact, raining, and I need to bring the washing in. … Continue reading Mindfulness sketching
Last Friday my son’s school put on a truly beautiful mother’s day afternoon, complete with songs, handmade creations, poems, tears, and, cake. The abundance of cake baked by the school’s cook was one of the big highlights for me; pavement-sized pieces of rocky road and thick triangles of cherry-topped Bakewell tart, washed down with tea … Continue reading To record or not to record?
We've only had this historic little chalet for nearly three years, but I can't imagine spring and summer without being able to sit on the suntrap decking while listening to the tide come in, or watching the swallows overhead. It's only six miles from our home, but when we go to the Humberston Fitties our … Continue reading Drawing the House with the Blue Door
I started work on this illustration a couple of weeks ago, when the nights started to get brighter and there was a distinct smell of spring in the air. I do always thing that spring starts off with a scent, of damp earth and things growing. Then last week the weather delivered the UK a … Continue reading When the weather throws a curved ball