Nothing's Said

The opening song on my new album Lifelines is about sliding doors - how a moment's hesitation can change a life, sometimes leaving years of regret for something that might have been... if only.  
Scroll down to listen to the song, or read the lyrics below.
Nothing's Said I want you to know before you close the door I wanted to say before you turn away… but nothing’s said.
You know the words don’t come out easy when you’re knocking upon my door the syllables they fade and fall between the cracks in the floor and the sentences they stumble and they slip away unsaid and the silence mocks the muted words that hide inside my head… but nothing’s said.
I want you to know before you close the door I wanted to say before you turn away… but nothing’s said.
And I know before you go there will be just one last kiss then yesterday’s reality will be just tomorrow’s wish And I know you can’t judge a leopard by the spots upon its coat but how can you judge the writing on the wall when it isn’t even wrote.
I want you…

Lifelines - my new album

You may have noticed that I've been silent for the past year or so. I needed time to reflect on my health and felt the time had come to explore new directions. This doesn't necessarily mean that I won't be knitting any longer, but it does mean that I won't be publishing books, patterns or doing workshops, although the jury is still out on knitters' tours 😍.

Howard Hodgkin's India at The Hepworth

The big news the other day, in Yorkshire and even nationally, was that The Hepworth won Art Fund's Museum of the Year award. Despite having been assured by friends how much we would enjoy it, P and I had never got round to checking it out. On reading further we were excited to discover the gallery was currently featuring the work of Howard Hodgkin, whose work we've both long admired, so an exhibition of paintings inspired by his lifelong fascination with India was something we couldn't miss. Half an hour later we found ourselves in the car hurtling down the M1 towards Wakefield!
From the moment we parked the car I had a good feeling about it. On the other side of the road, the building's imposing grey outline emerged from behind the trees on the far bank of the River Calder, angular concrete slabs rising out of the water, welcoming us. From the footbridge a pleasing mix of old and new; derelict warehouses, long abandoned commercial barges, contemporary domestic narrow…