Cliff Walk 27

Cliff Walk 27

I have this noted as Cliff Walk 27 but late summer ones were called Beach Walks in the notes, and not all were numbered, but this is the 27th where I have stopped to take pix on the camera. These walks feed my physical and mental well-being, feed my soul, and are a...
Luxury on Rails

Luxury on Rails

My piece on the Bluebell Line evoked not only a past era but also a slew of responses about luxury and trains, especially given the current furore around the competence or otherwise of those running Britain’s railways. Along the coast of Southern England where I now...
Found in the Fields

Found in the Fields

Carry Akroyd “I’d long admired the observant realism of her Fenland Paintings – straight dykes running to the skyline, square arable fields sinuating with tractor tracks, tangled marshes where lapwings flicker in black and white, and level horizons pierced by wind...
Alas Poor Robin

Alas Poor Robin

The seasons run their race, even though global warming does seem to be changing the pattern we are used to. It is now turning hotter as spring slowly matures into summer and greens deepen, losing their bright green newness for a darker maturity. When the weather is...
4 Seasons

4 Seasons

As I work through the ideas underpinning my ‘Four Season’ group of paintings, I pause to draw breath and appreciate where I am right now. If you have followed my blogs you will have seen my tale of cancer, starting in November 2012 when I revealed the diagnosis. It...