Location: St Leonard’s on Sea
I was told that at two weeks old, my father, a fisherman wrapped me in a blanket and lay me between the rocks as he fished. It was January in Wales, so cold and windy no doubt. My mother would go on to take us to the beach every summer to play and to swim.
As a young adult London called and although I joined in with the beautiful chaos that it offered it was always the pull of the magical and dreamlike Hampstead Heath that held me there.
And now years on after listening to the call of the sea I’m back near the shore, collecting, weaving, stitching broken shells and using seaweed to wrap and to form into roses. Full of twists and turns, I find it fascinating where our lives take us.