A strange day of walking and distractions and writing and drawing. My studio space looks so lovely in photographs and having put a picture on facebook and made people envious I decided to take more pictures so that people can have a good look around. My cottage is small, and this time last year it had no roof. Now I have a studio, with two staircases leading to it, that runs the length of my house and has views out across to two islands and even I envy myself. If you look carefully you will see stuffed owls and Jeremy James hares.
I have a space to sit and think and write, where often all these activities turn to sleeping in sunshine. And the herbs hanging from the windows are lemon verbenna, drying after listening to Jekka MacVicar on Woman's Hour, radio 4, talking of tea and tisanes.
Eighteen years of neglect have led to a roof of honeysuckle over the ragged 'outbuildings'. In the evening they scent the garden and lanes around. In the morning they act as a sundial as I wake and know the time from how lit with early morning light they are. In the day they buzz with bees.
From my windows I can watch the flight of birds.