I love company, but equally I relish solitude. A space that I share with space itself.
I am most at home in nature but I always gravitate toward the sea.
Every beach has its own voice, its own song and I relish investigating a new beach or the same beach on a different day, wondering just how I am going to experience it and what I am going to hear that day.
I think this works really well in landscape as it accentuates the expanse of the beach which is Crosby, near Liverpool in England.
There are 100 of the life size figures dotted about the beach and out into the sea. Each sculpture was made of cast iron by the British sculptor Sir Anthony Gormley. He called it ‘Another Place’.
It is really striking at the end of the day the way the light falls on the water and the images look very real. I love the living couple walking amongst them. It wasn’t planned, but I really like the contrast.
This is the University City of Cambridge in England. The place is full of bicycles and they are tethered to all sorts of things. The notices on the railings are advertising the many different events, like arts, drama and music of every genre.
I am very much at home in nature but I am equally as at home in here, within me, as I am out there.
For a number of years I lived out of boxes and bags carted around in my car, staying with family, friends and occasionally my own house. Back then my car was more my home.
But wherever I have decided to stay that day, I have felt I am at home. If I am visiting a friend for a few days and I refer to going home, it means I am experiencing where I am staying as home. This perspective has caused some interesting reactions over the years. I quickly realised everyone saw it differently. Some friends looked almost panicky when they thought I had chosen to move in with them!
As I craned my neck to see what on earth that round yellow thing was, peering out from behind the blanket of grey cloud, I noticed two blobs of, well, could be mud, but I don’t remember anyone having a mud fight recently. Could be lichens, or a type of moss which grows quickly in these saturated conditions.
Then I took a closer look. The two blobs were moving – baby spiders. They must just have hatched out in the brief moment of sunshine.
We get some spectacular spiders living in the corners of our windows and from inside the house you get a spectacular view of them making their webs but I have never seen anything quite like this.
I scrabbled around for the camera and was glad I didn’t wait. They were gone within half an hour. Where to? God only knows. But they’ll make a good feed for the finches and swallows that are nesting just now.