Very soon I will be starting up my open artist walks again. For a while I have been thinking about how I get to know a place in order to...

The morning was warm and the low sun transformed the heavy shower of dew on the grass into a luminous bright veil twinkling silver on the...

I have been visiting Mersea since I was small and it has always held so much comfort, wisdom and magic for me. The place is under my...

The grass had been soaking in the bath since monday. I had a busy morning attending to it. I sat in the early sun and plaited and...

In the hollow dark The tide thumps twice a day The beat of my heart And the breath moving Through the cracks That have opened in the...

It is so bright The shadows Play like lace on the insides Of my eyelids when I close them The crickets are still singing And the play...

This week is ending with the sun but it started a little cloudy. The school holidays have kicked off in earnest, and as we parked up in...

The warmest day on record so far was spent drawing these up. There is still more detail to be added but they give an idea of our...

This was a very fitting comment gifted to us by a wonderful human and dedicated volunteer at Mersea Museum. A spritely nonegenarian named...

Back in February Bethan and I went down to Cudmore Grove to feel the magic of it as we were pitching for this project... We walked,...