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- A Year of Reading
- Artique, Tetbury. A small piece of India in the Cotswold Hills.
- Bears: 30 years of painting them.
- Book List.
- A Hole in the Sky
- East of the Sun, West of the Moon: in between the lines.
- How the Whale Became by Ted Hughes
- I am Cat: Walking through dreams.
- Mrs Noah’s Pockets
- One Cheetah, One Cherry
- Something About a Bear.
- Song of the Golden Hare
- The Cat and the Fiddle
- The Lost Words; A spell of words by Robert MacFarlane.
- The Newborn Child
- The Quiet Music of Gently Falling Snow
- The White Fox
- The Wild Swans
- Walking with Cats ( Working title)
- What’s all the paperboat stuff about? Or: Living with a Playful Heart.
- Books in their natural habitat.
- Day of the Desk.
- Dragons in Torquay Museum
- Exhibitions and Festivals etc.
- Fishing in a river a thousand miles away.
- Mary Bear and Friends.
- My paintings in their natural habitat
- The Brides of Rollrock Island by Margo Lanagan.
- The House of Golden Dreams.
Author Archives: Jackie
Yesterday my daughter asked for my help with something. She needed someone to film her for a short promo film for a few yoga days she’s running on Ramsey Island. I know I said I was taking a sabbatical, but … Continue reading
On May 5th, in the evening, Jane Johnson will be interviewing Robin Hobb about her latest book, Assassin’s Fate, published in the UK the day before. The event, with Toppings Bookshop, Bath takes place in Christ’s Church, Julian Road. Of … Continue reading
Half way through reading this stunning book I realised I have to give it away. I am sending it to Theresa May, along with this letter. Dear Theresa May, I am sending this book to you as a gift. I … Continue reading
Years ago I was told by all, from teachers to parents to other relative, “you can’t make a living as an artist”. Well, it’s not been an easy road to walk. Long hours, no holidays, no money, no sick pay, … Continue reading
Morning walking was at the airfield, all kingcups and marshland and golden grasses. Evening walking was trip to visit the stone. And The white cat came too, to see if he could find it. We sat for a short while … Continue reading
I was reading American Gods by Neil Gaimon, the folio Society one, with the amazing pictures. Then this arrived. Tatterdemalion. And I loved the way it had no title on the cover , and the wonderful production of it, making … Continue reading
Yesterday, when walking up the hill and writing, I walked back down via a tumbled wall. Here the stones are alive with lichen. I picked one up, selected from the centre, and took it home. I promised the hill I … Continue reading
We parked at the car park, walked down the green lane. Only a short walk to the sea, past the blackthorn and wind woven tree. A suntrap of boulders and stones, with red Caerfai rock and a lazy sea. In … Continue reading
To the beach early, to leave a stone. This one may be found, before the tide takes it as Whitesands will be busy, but then the beach is big, maybe no one will walk past it. We walk down to … Continue reading