Walking the shoreline in winter. Following and combing the remainders of the waves for inspiring forms. Searching the empty shells of sea life. Tasting the salt on my lips as the sound of waves rolling up the sand beat a gentle rhythm.
Sitting with my back to the fire. The Plough and Stars is the perfect warming station after a long walk by the river. It’s the quiet in between time.
The weather has gone foggy with winter creeping in. The air gets cooler and the ground still strangely warm. The impression of a storm but more like sitting comfortably in a cloud. I love the views I get each day when I sit at my desk.