Chinese lanterns, toadstools and more…


These prints were very simple to produce. I used a foam material like ain apizza base to cut the design of the Chinese lanterns

Next you draw your design into the foam using a biro or pencil.  Mix your coloured ink and roll on to your plate thinly. Put cartridge paper over the plate then with your print roller,  roll up and down.Lift your paper gently off your printing plate and your image appears printed! Great fun, easy and can be done with children.

Hopefully here’s the link to my Brown hare cottage wp site where you can see my ‘Fox in a wood on a wintry night’ linocut print. 

https://lavendermoongirlsbrownharecottage/wordpress.com

This watercolour sketch of a toadstool from the Agaric family , I found in an old sketchbook. It’s at least 10 year’s old but surprisingly it has held its vibrant autumnal colours. 

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Rambling in the Fairy wood


In the Fairy Wood a cool wind sings

Songs of summer past: Larks and cherry blossoms

Rambling roses for fairy posies.

Speckled yellow, ruby and rust leaves swirl,

Crunching under toes.

Dappled light, warm and bright Iilluminates

 faces of forest mythological creatures,

A shadow show emerging; tree nymphs, Boris the troll

And frolocking fairies.

Brooding skies like galloping waves, 

Tallow mallow ggiant’s fists!

Twisters suck up golden mists.

Garden of dreams


Autumnal leaves tumbling wishes in threes;

 Zinnias zooming high, catching sunbeams;

Glowing mountain ash berries: a magical tea;

Rest in the healing garden of dreams.

Restorative walk



I always find walking along the North Norfolk coastal path calming restorative. The endless skies of clouds whch make dreamy characters from children’s picture books and the gentle salty air filled with samphire and sea lavender. The colour palette and interesting wild textures inspire me to write and paint.

Here are two textured painted sketches of the atmosphere evocative of Stiffkey salt marshes. I hope you enjoy t

Wistful Wildflower Walk



Rambling thoughts lift far above wispy skies.

Scented drifts, harebell & verbena

Dance with joy and grief.

Calming columbine peeps

Through dappled light:

A painter’s delight!
My photos and poem were inspired by a beautiful Wildflower garden in a Wildflower nursery in North Norfolk. We visited one quiet morning, had a coffee and then walked along the Glaven valley.

I am dedicating this post to Amanda & Phillipa. Rest in peace. And to their mother Sheila who is recovering in hospital. Please get better soon. I ask for healing for their families too at this very sad time. Thanks to the hospital staff and emergency services.

Midsummer cheers…


Midsummer meadows cheers our hearts.

Bees reeling in floppy poppies, 

Quaint corn cockles and radiant daisies jostle with lazy scabious

Lofty butterflies surf the breeze filled with meadowsweet mist.

Wishing seeds glimmer in honeyed rays,

Teazels  sentinels of the fields, guard the wildflower maze.

Haystacks rest on dusty fields waiting for midsummer to heal.


Enjoy midummer days and long warm evenings.

Poppy walk


Sunny morning,

Swifts soaring;

Dog rose scented air.

Maiden’s garlands,

wedding bells afar.

Harebells & summer fairs

Dancing campions,

Wild flower champion

The scarlet poppy!

Dreamy Meadow



​Lazily, toe by toe,

Treading on wispy grasses;

Soft silk bed of fresh miniature flora.

Soaring high –

 Skylarks, their

Singing lingers like lover’s whispers

Before vanishing through dreamy vapours.

Cow parsley’s filigree fountains

Shower the wake of Ox Eye daisies.

Hazy white petals slightly dazed, 

Enjoy sherbet scented kissing wind.

Wild briar rose


Wild briar rose,Sun soaked face,

Petals as sheer as fine lace;

Like a dancer on tip toes

Wearing silky pink bows,

Silently pirouetting.

Suddenly a brazen breeze

Brings a helter shelter of

Hawthorn mizzle.

She shelters under a petal glaze

Forlorly marooned in scented dew.

Dreaming of Bluebells


I dream about being in a bluebell woodland,

Morning’s dampness on my hands.

I find a torn seam in elemental’s veil;

Ask to enter the precious trail.



Bare toes tickling on grassy moss, 

Nose wrinkling as plumes of bluebells waft;

Lost in a deep purple blue lake,


Looking at the shapes the old oak makes,

Their wizened branches seeking light,

Orange tip butterflies flee with all their might!


Woodland’s serenade fades gently like a breeze;

I take a sip of Titania’s tea,

Finding myself mixing a pool of morning dew

With soothing dainty hues from the bluebell wood

on my watercolour palette ready for a new painting to emerge.