I’m sitting in the Skylounge at Glasgow airport, which is very well hidden. My tumblr has gone quiet, because I haven’t made the tiles that I want to look like the sea. I am daunted. The act of creating something satisfies me. The act of planning to make something is very exciting. The step between the two is sometimes like jumping from one side of a canyon to another. Often the two sides are quite dissimilar.

Currently distracted from the sea by vast hill-scapes of old heather, burnt red and palest green lichen and faded cushions of moss, making me think of knitting. Not glass.