Tag Archives: Allotment

One Square at a Time


There is a lot of weather going round at the moment, physically and metaphysically. Since I’m talking about squares, forgive the play on words, though the round in my first sentence ought really to be around. Poetic licence. There is a deal of … Continue reading

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Inch of the Day Monday 21 September 2015: Singing the Life Fantastic


I did an inch of thinking this morning and made an inch of headway on yesterday’s decision to do a backward synopsis of my novel–in–edit. I worked an inch of the allotment – under more than an inch of cold rain, … Continue reading

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Inch of The Day 17 September 2015: Allotment Soldiers


If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know my husband and I have taken over an allotment this year. It had been worked and abandoned by several people in the past few years and so it has … Continue reading

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Inch of the Day 29 August 2015: Ripples


Encaustic and acrylic paint on paper. Arrows. An arrow is a symbol for a force. The direction of a force. Not a sign. A ripple would be the sign of a force. A ripple might form the shape of an arrow, of course. Continue reading

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Unbundling: My Second Batch of Eco Prints, Short Story Writing and Allotmenteering


I’ve been itching for the week to pass so I could open up my second batch of eco print bundles.

The first picture shows half of a long narrow band of the jacket lining fabric (probably cotton) that I used for some of my first eco prints. This time the colour is more pronounced. Again, I bound the bundles with sari silk and the colour has transferred. I also sandwiched in some rusty staple gun staples. I found a whole boxful in the shed that have lain around for a long time and are no longer fit for purpose. The frieze – as I’m calling it – looks like some sort of music notation. Continue reading

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