A chalkhill blue, like a fragment of sky. Its delicate proboscis — a dainty drinking straw — unfurled as it sipped wild marjoram nectar. It settled long enough for me to admire its wings shimmering with chalky blue, minute drops of amber sunshine and ant-black. #NoticingNature #ChalkhillBlue

Noticing Nature An ant carrying a moth’s wing home. Watching this tiny creature hauling a burden many times its size, I couldn’t help wondering whether I should spend less time worrying about the weight of the things I carry… …and more time simply carrying them. Perhaps determination is enough.

Some evenings the sky writes poetry without words. It seems to let out its breath with a gentle sigh. Cornflower blue. Rose. Amber. Honeysuckle sweet. Feather light. The weight of the day lifts, carried on zephyrs into the dusky night. #NoticingNature #Sunset #EveningLight #ClothOfNature

Noticing Nature Song thrush anvil. Amber snail shells scattered along a woodland path. A woodland takeaway, broken open against the same favourite stone. Even the woodland has dining tables reserved for its regular guests. #SongThrush #NoticingNature #Woodland #NatureNotes #ClothOfNature

Sleeping green-veined white. At 6am, still fast asleep beneath bramble leaf sheets before the sun climbed high. I often wonder what butterflies dream of—cuckooflowers, perhaps. Or rain. #GreenVeinedWhite #Butterflies #NoticingNature #WildlifeGarden #ClothOfNature

Sunshine stripes The cinnabar moth caterpillars are thriving in the heat, wearing their tiger stripes proudly amongst one of Britain’s most misunderstood wildflowers. Ragwort quietly supports whole worlds. Sunshine Stripes is now on my website. #WildflowerHour clothofnature.com/2026/07/12/s...

Over recent days I’ve released 100’s of butterflies from Nettles Nursery into the meadow. Every release still feels like a birthday party. Butterflies aren’t born of course; they eclose. One of the loveliest words I know. Butterfly Birthdays is now on my website. clothofnature.com/2026/07/08/b...

Away from my drawing desk for a few days, enjoying friends visiting from Germany, I woke early and wandered into my studio. Morning light was drawing with shadows across my desk. It left me wondering whether my desk has an imagination too. Perhaps, like me, it daydreams. Back soon. 🤍

Yesterday, a familiar journey to Southampton Hospital carried me unexpectedly through a sea of white poppies beneath a storm-grey sky. The day was no longer simply about a hospital appointment. White Poppies is now on my website. 🤍 clothofnature.com/2026/07/03/w... #NatureWriting

A Hawthorn Shieldbug crossed my pulse, its jewel-like beauty making my heart skip a beat. Later, a tiny toadlet emerged from the road itself. One a jewel. The other a shadow. Both asked exactly the same thing of me: simply to notice 💚 #NatureWriting #MoreThanHuman #WildlifeWonder #NoticingNature

Today, the shade beneath the oaks feels like a sanctuary. Bird baths topped up. Fresh water for thirsty wild-kin. The ornamental toad seems to approve, inviting the thirsty to stop by. If you can, leave a shallow dish of water somewhere safe and shady. The smallest kindness can mean everything.

Retreating to the shade, I found myself counting trees. Like counting sheep, it proved impossible. I soon lost count and drifted off to sleep. Not because I forget, but because there are so many. What began as a labour of love has grown beyond our counting. And somehow that adds up perfectly.

It’s been a while since I last came across a signpost pointing clearly towards full recovery. Today, I cut a path through Threshold Meadow. And despite its twists and turnings, I find myself grateful for the path beneath my feet. For all that it has shown me. And all that it continues to reveal.

Beautiful demoiselles dancing in and out of the light at here at Madrigal, their emerald bodies like tiny wands of living light. Perhaps I’ve been gathering light too. Resting. Courting the sun. Allowing energy to return in its own time. Simply turning towards the light whenever it appears.

Stepping out in stormy weather in search of rainy-day treasure. Returning to my studio I was drenched. But unlike my trousers, my spirits remained undampened. Rain-beaded daisies Orchids in the grass. Birdsong beneath darkening skies. Treasures gathered not despite the weather but because of it.

This year has asked for different paths. Slower ones. Less certain ones. Yet alongside it all, there has been wonder. A bee orchid at the edge of Silverwind Spinney. Not the first we’ve discovered at Madrigal, but every bit as miraculous as the first. The year of bee orchid. #WildFlowerHour

Sauntering to my studio between the showers. These days I seem to bounce back rather less — from life’s adventures. So I am learning to take gentler paths. Holding close to our heartland, wandering through orchids and beneath the birches. And sometimes that is enough. 💚

The woodland world at Hawkers Farm has found its way home. From exhibition habitat to woodland habitat. Thank you to everyone who visited, lingered and shared the journey. #DorsetArtWeeks #ClothOfNature #NatureInspiredArt #WoodlandArt

Thank you, Keri Jones, for helping share the story behind Cloth of Nature. Dorset Art Weeks • Venue 14 Closing Sunday 31 May. It would be lovely to welcome you to Hawkers Farm. #DorsetArtWeeks #ClothOfNature www.instagram.com/reel/DY7XGXH...

Keri Jones of This Is Alfred visited Hawkers Farm during Dorset Art Weeks, and this short film shares moments from our conversation amongst the woodland world I’ve created at Venue 14. The exhibition closes Sunday 31 May. @DorsetArtWeeks @ListenToAlfred

Signs and wonders! I’m happy to be exhibiting at Hawkers Farm — Venue 14 for Dorset Art Weeks. Recently, a glow-worm crossed my path and I discovered no fewer than seven four-leaf clovers. I have a feeling it’s going to be a wonderful week. All the more wonderful if you’re able to visit.

Preparing for Dorset Art Weeks… somewhere between moss, bark, lantern light and hanging branches, Hawkers Farm has become more habitat than exhibition — straying into the wilds of imagination. Venue 14 • Hawkers Farm #DorsetArtWeeks #ClothOfNature

Preparing for Dorset Art Weeks at Hawkers Farm. Among mosses, lichens, gathered fragments and fairy rings, I’ve been slowly shaping and arranging the work for the exhibition. Exhibiting with @defashiondorset, @hawkersrecreatives and makers and shakers 23–31 May • Venue 14 #DorsetArtWeeks

Rainstorms outside. Sheltering in my studio, whiling away today’s wildflower hours working on Psyche’s Cabinet — British butterflies and the wild plants that sustain them, honoured in sculpture and stitch. Coming soon to Dorset Art Weeks — Venue 14 #WildflowerHour #DorsetArtWeeks #ClothOfNature

Raindrop kisses. A rainy day — but I stepped out anyway, seeking sunshine in the bright yellow hearts of oxeye daisies. Cow parsley bowed beneath the trees, glistening with rain. For a moment, I felt like a child again, drinking the weather in.

Yesterday I joined Susan Boyce on Abbey104’s Wednesday Afternoon Cocoon to talk about Dorset Art Weeks, Hawkers Farm • Venue 14, creativity, butterflies, rewilding and the restorative role of art in my life. Outside wildflowers swayed in the wind. Listen again below. player.autopod.xyz/1305989

Deep in the studio, the first fairy lantern has been lit. A small woodland world, gathered beneath glass and moss. A glimpse, for now. #DorsetArtWeeks — Venue 14 #FairyLantern #ClothOfNature #NatureAndImagination

Each spring, I make my way back. Not in passing — but with quiet intention, to where the pasqueflowers rise. They are not abundant — but held carefully in these few remaining pockets of chalk grassland. They are luminous. Each year, I return To kneel among them To bear witness. #WildflowerHour

Dandelion sun and moon eclipse. A celestial moment in the meadow. #Dandelion #WildflowerHour #NaturePhotography #MeadowMagic #ClothOfNature

Cloth of Bark Drawn from woodland textures, moths, mosses, lichens and the shifting surface of trees, this piece emerged slowly through gathered fragments, stitch, fibre and imagination. Part of my exhibition at Hawkers Farm during Dorset Art Weeks. 23–31 May • Venue 14 dorsetartweeks.co.uk