Sinking into Autumn

Early October moorland is a rusty wash of newly-bronzed heather, the odd patch of late bell heather bursting a little purple island.  Early morning mist swathes satisfyingly across the sweep of hills.  Autumn grouse and pheasants seem to step up their vocals, flapping and gugging eagerly, proclaiming their place in the misty moors.

The joyful oaky scent of woodsmoke on the cool air announces the first fires of the season. Our studio season has also turned. Instead of out in the studio, we now spend our evenings indoors, candles on, drawing, designing and carving.

Daytimes are still spent out in the studio, doors open to let in the scents and sounds of autumn. We finish off autumn poems, prints and projects, and look to the cooler, darker months, as our winter work emerges– expect more symbolism and poetry as we sink into the more reflective part of the year…