The sky is black and below in the mountain basin is a wondrous living creature. She is breathing. If I were to take a photograph of her and show you …
Sand House, The Elephant in the Room
View PostThe Ghost Ship and the Silver Cloud on a Black Sky
Our big journey started with a sand drawing and sand sculpture on Barry Island for the lovely Sarah Jones. One part of the team was on the sand drawing on …
A sand castle and the last flight of Red 4
Andy Moss and James Haigh arrived early in Bournemouth to prepare the sand on Thursday. I was driving towards Bristol for a party to celebrate a sand drawing and was …
The Lark Ascending
Whilst shovelling some sand below Beethoven’s chin I turned to Andy Moss. “So lets go and see a show tonight.” Andy returned my gaze with a quizzical scepticism. “Oh yeah? …
Glastonbury Festival and Bucket Love
The flags were flying again over Glastonbury. This time I had the joy of being at the festival before all the people arrived and was able to enjoy the creative …
My girls
I arrived in Finland with nobody understanding what I was saying. “Jamie, you are talking funny.” I’d just been to a friends wedding in Denmark but other than that was …
It’s hard being a sand sculptor….
When I arrived in Rugen Germany a friend of mine Krists Zarins greeted me with a new excellent shovel already sharpened. This may seem like a small feat, but a …
The Day My Family Grew
View PostTwo hearts beating in the same body
“Mommy, I’m tired.” I am four years old and walking back from Grassington to the campsite in Appletreewick in the verdant Yorkshire Dales with my Mom, my hand holding hers. …