It all started when…

I was growing up in the West Riding of Yorkshire, an area synonymous with the woolen industry. The steep sided valleys held weaving mills and black faced sheep grazed the purple moors above. From an early age I was encouraged to use my hands, to create with cloth and yarn. It was almost inevitable that I should become a spinner and a weaver.

Years later I swapped the fells of the Pennines for the Antrim hills where I found inspiration in the Irish landscape, language and heritage. I found a home nestled in the landscape of thorn trees and set up my workshop in a room with many windows. The northern light shows the colours on the loom clearly and the view from the room inspires my sketchbook.