The Mystery at the Trinity

A long autumn sun warms the gravestones at Holy Trinity. In the mid-distance a swathe of grass known locally as The Mystery, flanked by a row of trees bent eastwards by years of westerly winds. Language and landscape merge poetically at this spot. This is an old corner of England, subsumed in the 19th century……


At Oglet Shore

This offers a counterpoint to the short winter days. Painted on a blisteringly hot summer afternoon on the banks of the Mersey, the wind and rain of a protracted winter long forgotten, sandflies buzz around the detritus on the beach and the paints harden on the palette quicker than one can mix them. This is……


The Bund at Speke

As autumn drew to a close this year, I found it would dramatically throw its colours to the wind each evening with a series of quite remarkable skies. The river then acts with a nagging pull, its hidden promixity teasing you to throw the watercolours in the car and venture out.


Weston Point

One often hears the phrase ‘industrial landscape’, I like this description. It reminds us that the landscape idiom is not solely a preserve of the rural idyll. There is a different beauty in the ribbon of industrial plant along a river, the austere lights of airport runways at night, of the shapes thrown by street……


1st Lieutenant Arthur L Brown

14th January, 1944 and a young man from Orangeburg, New York State loses control of his airplane in the skies above Nantwich.

The tragic consequence of this typically anachronistic wartime event and the ineffable magnanimity of an individual is thereafter dutifully remembered by a townspeople for posterity.