A WCN-commissioned piece on colour influences from the Norfolk landscape.
She arrived with the heat-wave that sucked our village dry of any moisture in the summer of 1976.
I tore down the tomato plants today; I had to, they’d started to rot. Apparently I had tied them too tightly to the bamboo canes.
The first morning I waited only a few minutes, catching his slight limp and the turn of his shoulders...
We have been working for less than an hour when Jake sets light to the kitchen blind.