Self-Portrait, in Red Tarn

I’ve walked to the top of Helvellyn an uncounted number of times over the last 30… 35… years, but I’ve … More

Coniston End-to-End: Green hats are ready to go!

Coniston-end-to-end, 2015. We are at one end, ready to swim to the other end, five and a quarter miles away. … More

Clevedon, early yesterday morning. These were the colours of our swim, and they were beautiful. Soft, muted blues, yellows and … More

It’s pretty hard to draw from memory, even on a last lap round the lake, breaststroke, with nothing much else … More

Vobster, yesterday. It was indeed fine weather for ducks. Fortunately there we were to take advantage of it: a flotilla … More

I never have really got on with wetsuits, and I hadn’t put mine on since last year. Apparently this was … More

There is some football cup or something just beginning today. Freyja has been deposited back with me in my studio: … More

This is the drawing I meant to do two months ago, the start of one of Vobster’s Aquathalons. That’s me, … More

For the last 3 nights Percy has eschewed the bed. Perhaps he feels that it is not soft and yielding … More

There are always a heap of weeds in my veg bed, I pull out a lot in the spring but … More