Scotland, Ireland, Wales. Embracing note taking in the warmer months as a vital part of my practice. Sitting on a mossy oak tree that leans over a river in my favourite Glen, feeling sadness that isn't mine. The basic joy of watching a sunset. Finding balance between the studio, allotment and more mundane parts of life. Feeling warm. Letting the heron that has lived in my mind since last April free on paper.
And suddenly, it is June and I still haven't finished the Curlew.