Like many, I was furloughed at the beginning of lockdown and had a lot of spare time on my hands. Having grown up in the middle of nowhere in Norfolk, I found myself stuck in a city and yearning for the peace and quiet of the fields and woods, which I knew would soon be brimming with beautiful wild flowers. 

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After a few weeks of trudging along pavements I came across Marston Marshes, a nature reserve in Norwich. It was like walking into paradise. Its edges were heaving with cow parsley, buttercups danced about all over the place and the woods were carpeted in forget-me-nots. 

I couldn't help myself and picked a few to bring home with me. This resulted in an experiment to create lovely prints in which to decorate my studio with.

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I am now completely obsessed.