Sarah Campbell_Studio

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 to drink more water...and make it sugar free. I'm thinking yup, uhuh, OK, until I get to the sugar free bit and then I baulk. OH NO, I'm not buying sugar free anything, not never (apart from Extra chewing gum which I buy alot!). I mean it's not as though sugar is good, but in my instinctive, possibly wrong and humble opinion, sugar- free is

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 your voice come through my telephone? How on earth do blobs of welded metal on a motherboard facilitate a video call from Oban to Oslo? "Waves my dear" I hear you sigh "Frequencies and electrical impulses". Well as far as I am concerned life on the croft is far too short and full of more satisfying distraction than to dwell on the things I

“A beautiful spirit has flown and is watching over you” These were the words I was asked to apply to a Pied Wagtail lampshade by a customer whose friend, I presume, has lost a loved one. It is interesting to apply a set of words to an image I’ve created, changing the tone and giving it new meaning. I found myself wondering whether the Pied Wagtail was significant to the recipient and then thinking that I would rather like to associate a dear departed with a Wagtail as they ar

An early start and a mucky, late evening gathering and preparing the hoggets for their final and only journey off the croft to the slaughterhouse on Mull. We can only hope that their year and three quarters of herb rich, mineral licking,  island roaming has been good for them and that their end will be swift. Thank you lovely lads for being and providing. …and as the light dawns the mums to be get a few nuts to make up for the waning grass. Save #sheepewe #Shepherd #mogwaiide