art and sole

Unusually for me I’ve fallen in love with a pair of boots!

a little local colour

By 8.30 most mornings my neighbour and I have completed our taichi practice. When it’s dry enough we creak about on the little patch of grass outside her house.

made to measure

The sitting-room desk I sit at for ‘office work’ is one designed and built for my parents in the ‘forties.

some sweet uses of adversity

The other weekend I went back to school; at least, I became a student again, trying to understand and get to grips with some of the techniques of mono-printing. I loved it.

the borrowers

Have you heard the one about the composer who hit a creative block and couldn’t write a note for weeks?

the busy bee…

…hath no time for sorrow’ is another Blake proverb my father gave me the benefit of in my childhood. Yesterday I learned a lot more about bees and their brilliant buzzing busy-ness.

the sweetest flower

On a chilly morning, and swapping the annoyance of no hot water for a walk under an uncertain sky, I made my way to Kew Gardens to see the famous bluebells.