O N RETURNING to our hilltop parking spot, we found all well, a few more brown leaves blowing about the wheels, and a sense of relief at be...

T HIS WEEK we have been visiting our families. We left our house parked in its Dartmoor field and hopped on a bus and then a train. The tra...

A ND SO THEY DROVE their house again to a new place. As the hills pulled up their autumn hoods and leaned into the wet winds of October, one...

A THIRD DECADE BEGINS ! And in need of some "proper" painting practice, I decided to set my last day of twenty-nine in oil paint....

I HAVE PAINTED a new painting, four inches tall this time, and containing the most bent of bodies I have yet portrayed: A mountain song fo...

A LL ALONG THE LANES the brambles are fruiting. In between jagged stems burst little black juicy clusters, each day bearing another nearly ...