A swim before Barney

Yesterday I swam in the marine lake in the morning, before Barney the Storm came in. Apparently storms shall have … More

Tiny, Fragile Arthur

Arthur is so tiny and fragile, he feels the best place for him would be in an egg box. It … More

Diminutive little Freyja may not look it, but she is six months old now, and had to have a trip … More

Somerset Arts Weeks is over, and we can relax, and stop purring at the general public….

The leaves are just beginning to turn, but they aren’t in the lake yet. What was in the lake was … More

My exhibition is closed Mondays and Tuesdays and I have a few hours off! I may only have been open … More

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, 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