The joy of the snowdrop

The joy of the snowdrop

The snowdrop Spotting the first snowdrops is one of the great pleasures of winter, signalling spring will come, growth is happening, flowers will burst through the ground again.  The snowdrop is also known as Galanthus, meaning ‘milk flower’. In the language of...
The moors are still there

The moors are still there

A painting today, based on two earlier drawings. I might tinker with it a bit more, but it’s more or less done. I’ve tried to evoke the colours of the moors in Autumn (North Yorkshire? The New Forest? Scotland?). We might not be able to visit for some...
New life from old

New life from old

I passed this old tree on my walk today, in the middle of a field.  it was just one trunk, bent completely to the ground, but coming out of it were a number of new trunks, almost like new trees. Each sprouted a network of fine twigs, looking like a little wood growing...
(Very) old friends

(Very) old friends

These boots were made for walking As well as hardly using handbags, life at the moment means I hardly wear shoes. I seem to go from slop-arounds in the house to walking boots. These are my oldest boots. They show signs of their age (like me) and are quite battered,...
Sweet-smelling Winter Box

Sweet-smelling Winter Box

Opening the front door today I was met by the wonderful scent of Winter Box, growing on the wall of the house.  It’s just coming into flower and has lovely, bendy glossy leaves and beautiful red berries.