I grew up with the sea in the background, taking for granted the views of it in between houses and out of windows. It was a constant edge and horizon, giving me a direction, a coastline to follow. Sea to the left or sea to right. Cornwall or Devon depending on which way you are facing. When I moved away from this coast, I missed it. The channel and harbour of Bristol’s landscape never has had quite the same energy or placement in my life. I’m not sure what exactly I missed bu

ThSeasons- on the cusp of summer. It’s mid May and we are having a cold blast- as if the last of winter is trying to find the window to escape and is bashing around. I am ready for the warmth. I do generally prefer the cooler months but what I am beginning to realise is that I like the seasons- I like the change from one to the other. In a few months time I will be so over the heat and the light I will be longing of the cool winds to return but right now it is the summer I am

I keep coming across stories in English folklore of shapeshifting women. A witches ability to take on a form of an animal to serve a purpose. The idea of a witches familiar is a common one, the idea that a woman can form a bond with an animal that she feeds and nurtures rings true. The power coming from within the domestic setting. Shapeshifting takes on a new power and energy, to take on the form of something else not just have a close relationship. I wonder if it refers to

Thresholds The trees are coming into leaf like something almost being said. Philip Larkin. This Larkin quote speaks to me about the beauty of anticipation that you get at the beginnings of spring. It's the same feeling for any change of season, when you are on the cusp of the next wonderful thing and you are at the threshold of the change. A collection of thoughts on the in-between, liminal, threshold spaces. That moment when you catch your breath between inhale and exhale.