A quiet September of finding my way back into the studio, making new work, woodland walks with the boy and watching my favourite season begin to arrive.

Big skies, Scottish coastlines, one disappearing mountain and the small miracle of finishing a painting during the summer holidays.

Then, probably the biggest event of the month...

Brock arrived.

The sort of places where you can stand for a while, look around and realise that whatever was bothering you five minutes ago suddenly seems a lot smaller.

Why I stepped back and made space for the work.