These daily sabbaticals in the Well space are of discovery. Not only of my physical relationship to the elements: Moulding red, clammy clay;

This week has been a step outside the normal hustle, haste and banterfest of our usual everyday. This week I have been alone...well,...

Until such a time as it is bought, this paintings hovers over the hub of our house, the kitchen/diner. I hope it captures something of...

In dying mum left me the greatest gift. She took away my fear of it. She left gracefuly and was not afraid, in fact she believed death...

Contemplating stillness, just being with the body.

Tom (youngest son), texts me from the langoustine boat. Mum, if you're going to the shop can you pick up some sort of nice juice, I need...

One of our summer favourites, when the carrots are plumping up nicely in the garden and mounds of sorrel persist among the grasses beyond...

Despite relying on it quite a lot, I find modern technology quite unsettling if dwelt upon for too long. I mean, what web of magic makes...

An early start and a mucky, late evening gathering and preparing the hoggets for their final and only journey off the croft to the...

Last year Roger showed unbridled delight as he proudly demonstrated a small leaf peeping over the top of his tree guard. Whilst making...

The wonderfully anarchic work of Robert Rauschenberg I spent a good chunk of last night panicking about yesterday’s blog post – about ...