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Early this morning I took a walk to what we call the Castleton Drop. With so few street names in the moors, this steep 120 stepped incline on the Castleton bridle path had thus earned its name.

When we were house hunting, we were always amazed by the sheep wandering across moorland roads. We would drive slowly, hanging our heads out of the windows like excited dogs, wishing the sheep were brave enough to approach us with a very good morning.

Autumn is my favourite season. I can always feel the changes in the air when autumn arrives. Breathing in that cool crispness tinged with memories of wood fires and warm cups off Oat milk.

f you are someone who is afraid of a blank page, reluctant to make a mark for fear of not liking what you see, judging yourself or feeling disconnected, then you sound like every artist I know.

I’ve been making art for 25 years and have been an art therapist for 15, and yet art still surprises me. One day recently, I was having a tough day. It was a day off so I was able to visit a local beach and eat my lunch with a sea view. The sea lapped peacefully as I breathed in the salt air. But when I went home, I still didn’t feel quite right. I flopped into a chair, and I didn’t really feel like doing anything. Eventually, I decided to pick up my sketchbook and carry on w

I often say that my workshops are about people finding and sharing their stories. I create a place for people to slow down and connect to themselves and what often happens, as they share their art ...

Imagine this – sitting by a stream on your own, just taking in the sounds and having nowhere to go, and nothing to do.

When you look back on yourself 20 years ago, it can feel like you were a different person. You may have looked different, with clothes and hairstyles you would not wear today.