, Bluebells & Stitchwort bluebells & hares running wild April keeps you guessing, and this year more than most. The sky has been doing extraordinary things — long stretches of a washed, particular blue that makes the fields and hedges beneath it look almost theatrical in their greenness, and then without much warning a charcoal cloud-mass, noisily rolling in and turning everything underneath it an unnerving lilac, long before the heavy rain even arrives. It shakes the cherry blossom however...

Blankney snowdrops snowdrops & places to go The cold comes up through your jeans, the smell of the leaf litter fills your nose — dark and sweet and ancient, faintly mushroomy but not unpleasant, the quiet proof that the ground has been working away beneath the frost all along. Old bark and decomposing leaves lie right there in front of the lens, all russet and amber, last year's colours. While just beyond them snowdrops stand clean and white and entirely new. Looking through the viewfinder...

When visitors come to galleries, my home studio or artisan markets to see my work, many haven't heard of collagraph printmaking. But the moment I show them my tactile plates, something shifts. Curiosity sets in almost instantly — hands reach out, questions follow, and a conversation begins that sometimes ends with the same words: I had no idea you could do that.