Life in Pictures

Looking from my front door this morning was like an overblown Edwardian painting, Down the Garden Path, all riotous bloom and dewy foliage, with an artless artisan spade leaning against the arbour. All that was missing was a gentle overblown maiden.

Towards the inlet it was The Land That Time Forgot, mud flats and reeds receding mistily towards the islands.

Inside has a touch of Carl Larsson, not so much the colours as in simplicity, domestic occupation and order, the wooden floors, chairs flanking the wood stove. We are set up for an interview on Monday, Stefan has been rebalancing the head of his pole-cam and these things belong here as much as a loom or an easel.