I’m home, after 16,000 miles by air, 4,335 nautical miles by ship and two months away. I have been to the Antarctic Peninsula via York, Brize Norton, Falkland Islands, South Georgia, South Sandwich Islands, South Orkneys and South Shetlands. But in all those miles the only time I stepped outside the UK was on the continue reading »
A year ago I was lucky enough to be appointed Artist in Residence by the Friends of Scott Polar Research Institute in Cambridge. Since then of course there’s been covid and the ship was having a refit so there was no opportunity to get down to the Antarctic last season. I was happy to wait; continue reading »
Zoom used to be a photographer’s term. Lockdown has changed the way we meet and interact, and now I daren’t count up how many hours I spend talking to a screen; peering closely at a piece of artwork held up close to a camera in Kent or Canada to try and work out what isn’t continue reading »
I’ve never bunked off work for two months before, and apologies to anyone who’s been trying to get hold of me whilst I was away, but I’m so glad I did it. My little adventure was at times exciting, surprising, challenging, enjoyable, dull, relaxing, stressful, easy, and tough. I’ve walked in wild places, swum in continue reading »
It’s time for an adventure. Perhaps it’s always time for an adventure of one kind or another? The trouble is, many people live in my head – it gets very crowded in there. The bold, brave me makes plans to have a bold, brave adventure and then disappears a few days before it’s time to continue reading »