In March I started making small sketchbooks from used paper and scrap paper, stitched together with linen thread, and carrying them in my pocket on my daily walks.


the very first one was completed all in one wet walk

through Owlet wood

and down to Tarvit Ponds

and provoked more words than drawings

it’s interesting having other words underneath

and the sections of map refer to my old homes in Norfolk, childhood and more recent.

I can be playful

or poetic

and descriptive

and that’s just number one. I have ten so far.