Amongst many things this pandemic time has taught us patience and flexibility. When events we look forward to may or may not go ahead, we learn to be resigned if they don’t and delighted when they do. I had been planning an exhibition of small sketches based on my year on the river as part continue reading »
Blog posts are supposed to be short, regular and up to date. I’ve failed on all counts; how did we get from June to December so quickly? ‘Time isn’t what it used to be/I remember when a minute/had sixty seconds in it/now it seems there’s only two or three’ (words from a song that’s yet continue reading »
The ice floes are long gone and, with the arrival of sunshine, life on the river is once again to be envied rather than pitied….. April was an intense month in the studio, with many projects on the go, but the Beowulf festival at the beginning of May was a great success, culminating in a spectacular continue reading »
Most of the year people often say to me ‘Oh I wish I lived on a boat’ (to which the answer is usually ‘no you don’t, not really, or you would do’). In the winter months no-one says it. During that very cold weather when the ice floes piled up under my stern and opening continue reading »
I have spent the last week or so moving all my worldly goods from my winter quarters ashore to my summer residence – an elderly but charming houseboat in the middle of Woodbridge. I will be the boat’s caretaker for the summer, kicking the bilge pump if the river threatens to get the wrong side continue reading »