footprints

My right knee was playing up. As I went up the stairs at Highbury and Islington I got jostled in the crowds, and feeling less confident than usual, lost my balance.

peace, love and free enterprise on the Northern line

Time was when the Northern line was held in weary dread by many London Underground users.

a travelling encyclopedia

I prepared a suitcase full of pattern and colour to take with me to Mexico. Coals to Newcastle you might think.

local royalty

There were no buses coming our way; as I stood chatting with a hopeful co-passenger an extraordinary procession approached from the other side. Up the hill came six plumed white horses pulling a white glass-sided carriage.

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.

what designers talk about

When friends asked me to join them for a second visit to The Fabrics of India I jumped at the chance: there were so many things I’d missed on that quick first recce.

pattern’s in the air

A lot’s happened since I last wrote – where to begin? I’ll start at the finish.

different strokes

A shared aim between all the students was a wish to make marks in a different way – that is, other than those they’d been doing hitherto.