I live and work in close proximity to the River Sheaf, a tributary of the Dôn. Within this biotic community, I hear the 5am calls of a Tawny Owl and witness the underside of a heron’s wingspan as it flies past my window. A fox makes its den close by and bats appear as the evenings lengthen. All the while, the river dramatically surges and overspills, trickles and meanders in response to the peaks and troughs of our seasons. This life, sustained by the river, nourishing all within it, nourishes me and is a part of my creative practice, where I daydream and marvel at its changes; where inspiration readily finds me.
