
x x x
slowly & surely
the dark will draw back to hide under its covers till next time 



At the end of each beautiful day

We strolled under the Autumn sun glittered on lawns 


october


one season has rolled into the next, now it is begun
So i am away to pick up my dusty paintbrushes



collecting driftwood to sculpt mobiles & tiny boats

painting a picture of my own for a local gallery competition 
trying my hand at some stone art on an evening beachy stroll
and attempting some driftwood hearts 






bathroom curtains & beady tiebacks


