from my window

Each morning when I comb my hair I twist any stray wisps together and float them off through the open window in the belief that they will be found by some sharp-eyed avian and soon be lining a cosy nest.

one dot does not a pattern make

A little while ago I was asked to give a lecture on the principles of pattern.

…looking forward…looking back…

It’s lovely to welcome some new small people to the planet – several young friends have had babies this year, beautiful boys and girls, twins and singletons – congratulations to you all!

after a long silence ….

At the start of March I travelled to Mexico to teach again in Guadalajara. On the way I was re-reading Gulliver’s Travels.

the three boxes

I inhabit a very nice, but not huge, flat; I work at home. My life and my work are inextricable.

on the buses

In London the bus is my favoured mode of transport – although it’s slow and subject to all sorts of traffic congestion, it’s easier for a chat and a share, and I like to see where I’m going.

some tales of the unexpected

Recently an unusual morning treat took the form of a wander round RHS Wisley Garden;