You know those times when you get back to the car park and you can’t find where you left the car? I had a moment like that in the boatyard the other evening. The good ship ‘Else’ has been lifted out of the water for a bit of maintenance (and I have to say that continue reading »
This month I have spent too much time stepping in puddles in the dark, fetching water from the boatyard tap in the rain, fretting over wet and rusty bilges, and carrying bags of coal down slippery gangplanks without dropping them (or me) in the mud. I have learnt that whilst having a sinking boat would continue reading »
As a fan of C S Lewis’ Narnia books, I loved the idea of the Wood between the Worlds; a silent place full of large round puddles. Each puddle was the gateway to a different reality, but you didn’t know where it would take you until you took a deep breath and jumped in. The continue reading »
This month I have been voyaging in my slippers, had a storm surge in my studio,and discovered how fascinated most men are by large engines. I have earned little and spent a lot, valued the support of friends, danced in pubs and spilt lentil soup all over my laptop. At some stage soon I ought continue reading »
I haven’t disappeared, just been lazy about blogging. It’s far easier to sit and read other people’s posts over my lunchtime mug of soup than try and think of something witty and intelligent to say myself. Sailing adventures may be over for the year but I still can’t decide whether to post as an illustrator, continue reading »