As a child growing up in England, nature rambles through the Crowthorne woods were a constant source of wonderment and adventure.Mosses, ferns and mushrooms filled my imagination and aroused my curiosity.

Weekends were spent with my Grandmother eating lardy cake and venturing into various churches to enjoy the pipes, choirs and hymns with scant regard for the liturgy.

My world was corn dolls, moon raking, witches and the blue bicycle I would ride for hours.

And then as if by magic I was transported to a new world: a land with an endless freckle making sun, of sunburned faces and boys who found my accent fascinating.

In my new home, Australia, I found clay and porcelain and kilns and glazes and friends and love. Now my world is colour from the earth, fire, and blue overalls which I wear for hours.