The Runaway

Todays Nest…….. On my walk out on the breakwater in search of washed up bits and things to weave with i found this time thick chunky rope which made me think that a small boat (or maybe even a big one) had broken its moors and runaway out to the ocean to roam and explore escaping the wealth, glass and bad taste that the surrounding shores it was tied to have become So i gathered up these torn remnants of a brave adventure and scurried back to my studio to twist and sew and wind and bend them into a…