Any old iron?

Any old iron?

I must have walked past Salisbury Cathedral hundreds of times.  There is much vying for attention as I pass the beautiful carved stonework of the exterior, but my eye is often drawn to a small wooden door, always closed, under a gothic arch and with a large metal...
Waiting to be shorn

Waiting to be shorn

Most of the sheep around us have been shorn now, but a few still have their woolly coats.  It must feel so strange for them to lose their fleece! I wonder how long it takes them to adapt.  Apparently it takes less than two minutes for a professional shearer...
Rescued from the bin

Rescued from the bin

A simple drawing today. I was hacking away in the garden and filling the bin, then realised I really like this stem, so took it indoors.  I don’t know what bush this is, but looking at this stem gives me a lot of pleasure.  The shape of the leaves are just...
In praise of ginger

In praise of ginger

What comes to mind if I say ‘ginger’? Biscuits? Gingerbread men (or should I say persons)? Yorkshire Parkin, if you are lucky enough to know it? Perhaps you can summon up the smell of ginger, in which case you may well be transported back to Christmas. I’m rather fond...