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Delighted to announce The Lost Folk is coming in paperback on 23rd April published by @faberbooks

The cover has had a little switch up for this new era in its life and I just love it. I’m so excited for it to hit the shelves. Paperbacks are miles more affordable than hardbacks and I see this as the books true form - available to all. Folk for everyone! Please also remember you can request your library to buy in a copy.

People said very nice things about it, which honestly make my heart soar each time I read them. ❤️🌞 thank you to everyone who has picked up a copy and sent me lovely feedback!

Thanks to @tabby.booth.artist for bringing such magic to the book’s cover and chapter headings with her exceptional illustrations.

And of course to @hanaiskno for expertly guiding the process, @faberbooks for publishing it and my magnificent agent @lewinsohnliterary

Delighted to announce The Lost Folk is coming in paperback on 23rd April published by @faberbooks

The cover has had a little switch up for this new era in its life and I just love it. I’m so excited for it to hit the shelves. Paperbacks are miles more affordable than hardbacks and I see this as the books true form - available to all. Folk for everyone! Please also remember you can request your library to buy in a copy.

People said very nice things about it, which honestly make my heart soar each time I read them. ❤️🌞 thank you to everyone who has picked up a copy and sent me lovely feedback!

Thanks to @tabby.booth.artist for bringing such magic to the book’s cover and chapter headings with her exceptional illustrations.

And of course to @hanaiskno for expertly guiding the process, @faberbooks for publishing it and my magnificent agent @lewinsohnliterary

Delighted to announce The Lost Folk is coming in paperback on 23rd April published by @faberbooks

The cover has had a little switch up for this new era in its life and I just love it. I’m so excited for it to hit the shelves. Paperbacks are miles more affordable than hardbacks and I see this as the books true form - available to all. Folk for everyone! Please also remember you can request your library to buy in a copy.

People said very nice things about it, which honestly make my heart soar each time I read them. ❤️🌞 thank you to everyone who has picked up a copy and sent me lovely feedback!

Thanks to @tabby.booth.artist for bringing such magic to the book’s cover and chapter headings with her exceptional illustrations.

And of course to @hanaiskno for expertly guiding the process, @faberbooks for publishing it and my magnificent agent @lewinsohnliterary

Delighted to announce The Lost Folk is coming in paperback on 23rd April published by @faberbooks

The cover has had a little switch up for this new era in its life and I just love it. I’m so excited for it to hit the shelves. Paperbacks are miles more affordable than hardbacks and I see this as the books true form - available to all. Folk for everyone! Please also remember you can request your library to buy in a copy.

People said very nice things about it, which honestly make my heart soar each time I read them. ❤️🌞 thank you to everyone who has picked up a copy and sent me lovely feedback!

Thanks to @tabby.booth.artist for bringing such magic to the book’s cover and chapter headings with her exceptional illustrations.

And of course to @hanaiskno for expertly guiding the process, @faberbooks for publishing it and my magnificent agent @lewinsohnliterary

I am now a scarecrow.

📷: @matthew___shaw

I am now a scarecrow.

📷: @matthew___shaw

I am now a scarecrow.

📷: @matthew___shaw

Summer look is disheveled scarecrow.

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

✨ It is the final weekend of ‘I Dreamed Another’s Dream’ at Field System Gallery. ✨

We want to say a massive thank you to our incredible artists, @lallymacbeth , @matthew___shaw , and @penny_macbeth ,for bringing their vivid, mystical dreamscapes, ancient stones, and shared astral worlds into our space, and to everyone who has come along to experience it.

Doors close this Saturday, May 23rd, so don’t miss your last chance to step inside this wonderous exhibition.

Interested in the artwork? To inquire about sales, please contact us directly at info@fieldsystem.co.uk or send us a DM.

Open 10-5 Thursday- Saturday

#FieldSystemGallery #IDreamedAnothersDream #LallyMacBeth #MatthewShaw pennymacbeth

Blackpool tower is v tall but not as tall as the Eiffel Tower. 🗼

Does having your book in a service station mean you’ve made it? Copies of The Lost Folk now available in @gloucesterservices North and Southbound

(Looks like I’ve sold more copies than some chap called Laurie Lee 🙃)

Does having your book in a service station mean you’ve made it? Copies of The Lost Folk now available in @gloucesterservices North and Southbound

(Looks like I’ve sold more copies than some chap called Laurie Lee 🙃)

In the middle of the village is the green. Known to everyone as The Village Green, a large parcel of land that was gifted to the people of this far away place in the middle of an expanse of Cornish moorland in the late 19th century. Today it is a slightly raised grassy hump, you have to clamber up the sides to enter it. Although high the act of clambering sets it apart from the rest of the village meaning that once you enter it you are transported to a strange liminal space between reality and myth.

On The Village Green are a number of features: a set of swings, a goal post and net, four green ironwork benches, a signboard with a First World War memorial to the fallen men of the village, a miniature replica of the village church, a series of wooden painted mushrooms and a number of mature sycamore trees.

Sometimes a horse comes to graze the patchy grass.

An old coaching inn looks over the village green and from it people spill over onto the green with their pints of IPA and ale, sitting themselves on the ironwork benches and gazing at other more distant parts of the green. They have conversations which are only just audible from other places on the green.

Sound works differently here.

It is more secretive, harder to understand. It travels in unusual and circuitous ways. Distant noises suddenly become close up and close up noises move far away into the ether, hollowing into the void of the expansiveness of the green.

On Sunday’s day trippers arrive and unpack rugs and picnics and feast on strawberries and limp cheese sandwiches beneath the shade of the sycamores, their leaves offering dappled light and reprieve from the hot July sun. They talk about other places but find themselves unable to leave the green and its cool breeze. Their bodies become lethargic and they find themselves stretching out their limbs, and saying ‘just 5 more minutes’. Wasps appear and crawl into the sugary dregs of pint glasses. And ants take up residence on the discarded crusts of sandwiches beneath the swings.

Please see comments for more.

In the middle of the village is the green. Known to everyone as The Village Green, a large parcel of land that was gifted to the people of this far away place in the middle of an expanse of Cornish moorland in the late 19th century. Today it is a slightly raised grassy hump, you have to clamber up the sides to enter it. Although high the act of clambering sets it apart from the rest of the village meaning that once you enter it you are transported to a strange liminal space between reality and myth.

On The Village Green are a number of features: a set of swings, a goal post and net, four green ironwork benches, a signboard with a First World War memorial to the fallen men of the village, a miniature replica of the village church, a series of wooden painted mushrooms and a number of mature sycamore trees.

Sometimes a horse comes to graze the patchy grass.

An old coaching inn looks over the village green and from it people spill over onto the green with their pints of IPA and ale, sitting themselves on the ironwork benches and gazing at other more distant parts of the green. They have conversations which are only just audible from other places on the green.

Sound works differently here.

It is more secretive, harder to understand. It travels in unusual and circuitous ways. Distant noises suddenly become close up and close up noises move far away into the ether, hollowing into the void of the expansiveness of the green.

On Sunday’s day trippers arrive and unpack rugs and picnics and feast on strawberries and limp cheese sandwiches beneath the shade of the sycamores, their leaves offering dappled light and reprieve from the hot July sun. They talk about other places but find themselves unable to leave the green and its cool breeze. Their bodies become lethargic and they find themselves stretching out their limbs, and saying ‘just 5 more minutes’. Wasps appear and crawl into the sugary dregs of pint glasses. And ants take up residence on the discarded crusts of sandwiches beneath the swings.

Please see comments for more.

In the middle of the village is the green. Known to everyone as The Village Green, a large parcel of land that was gifted to the people of this far away place in the middle of an expanse of Cornish moorland in the late 19th century. Today it is a slightly raised grassy hump, you have to clamber up the sides to enter it. Although high the act of clambering sets it apart from the rest of the village meaning that once you enter it you are transported to a strange liminal space between reality and myth.

On The Village Green are a number of features: a set of swings, a goal post and net, four green ironwork benches, a signboard with a First World War memorial to the fallen men of the village, a miniature replica of the village church, a series of wooden painted mushrooms and a number of mature sycamore trees.

Sometimes a horse comes to graze the patchy grass.

An old coaching inn looks over the village green and from it people spill over onto the green with their pints of IPA and ale, sitting themselves on the ironwork benches and gazing at other more distant parts of the green. They have conversations which are only just audible from other places on the green.

Sound works differently here.

It is more secretive, harder to understand. It travels in unusual and circuitous ways. Distant noises suddenly become close up and close up noises move far away into the ether, hollowing into the void of the expansiveness of the green.

On Sunday’s day trippers arrive and unpack rugs and picnics and feast on strawberries and limp cheese sandwiches beneath the shade of the sycamores, their leaves offering dappled light and reprieve from the hot July sun. They talk about other places but find themselves unable to leave the green and its cool breeze. Their bodies become lethargic and they find themselves stretching out their limbs, and saying ‘just 5 more minutes’. Wasps appear and crawl into the sugary dregs of pint glasses. And ants take up residence on the discarded crusts of sandwiches beneath the swings.

Please see comments for more.

In the middle of the village is the green. Known to everyone as The Village Green, a large parcel of land that was gifted to the people of this far away place in the middle of an expanse of Cornish moorland in the late 19th century. Today it is a slightly raised grassy hump, you have to clamber up the sides to enter it. Although high the act of clambering sets it apart from the rest of the village meaning that once you enter it you are transported to a strange liminal space between reality and myth.

On The Village Green are a number of features: a set of swings, a goal post and net, four green ironwork benches, a signboard with a First World War memorial to the fallen men of the village, a miniature replica of the village church, a series of wooden painted mushrooms and a number of mature sycamore trees.

Sometimes a horse comes to graze the patchy grass.

An old coaching inn looks over the village green and from it people spill over onto the green with their pints of IPA and ale, sitting themselves on the ironwork benches and gazing at other more distant parts of the green. They have conversations which are only just audible from other places on the green.

Sound works differently here.

It is more secretive, harder to understand. It travels in unusual and circuitous ways. Distant noises suddenly become close up and close up noises move far away into the ether, hollowing into the void of the expansiveness of the green.

On Sunday’s day trippers arrive and unpack rugs and picnics and feast on strawberries and limp cheese sandwiches beneath the shade of the sycamores, their leaves offering dappled light and reprieve from the hot July sun. They talk about other places but find themselves unable to leave the green and its cool breeze. Their bodies become lethargic and they find themselves stretching out their limbs, and saying ‘just 5 more minutes’. Wasps appear and crawl into the sugary dregs of pint glasses. And ants take up residence on the discarded crusts of sandwiches beneath the swings.

Please see comments for more.

In the middle of the village is the green. Known to everyone as The Village Green, a large parcel of land that was gifted to the people of this far away place in the middle of an expanse of Cornish moorland in the late 19th century. Today it is a slightly raised grassy hump, you have to clamber up the sides to enter it. Although high the act of clambering sets it apart from the rest of the village meaning that once you enter it you are transported to a strange liminal space between reality and myth.

On The Village Green are a number of features: a set of swings, a goal post and net, four green ironwork benches, a signboard with a First World War memorial to the fallen men of the village, a miniature replica of the village church, a series of wooden painted mushrooms and a number of mature sycamore trees.

Sometimes a horse comes to graze the patchy grass.

An old coaching inn looks over the village green and from it people spill over onto the green with their pints of IPA and ale, sitting themselves on the ironwork benches and gazing at other more distant parts of the green. They have conversations which are only just audible from other places on the green.

Sound works differently here.

It is more secretive, harder to understand. It travels in unusual and circuitous ways. Distant noises suddenly become close up and close up noises move far away into the ether, hollowing into the void of the expansiveness of the green.

On Sunday’s day trippers arrive and unpack rugs and picnics and feast on strawberries and limp cheese sandwiches beneath the shade of the sycamores, their leaves offering dappled light and reprieve from the hot July sun. They talk about other places but find themselves unable to leave the green and its cool breeze. Their bodies become lethargic and they find themselves stretching out their limbs, and saying ‘just 5 more minutes’. Wasps appear and crawl into the sugary dregs of pint glasses. And ants take up residence on the discarded crusts of sandwiches beneath the swings.

Please see comments for more.

A lovely time was had in Sheffield. Thanks so much Carl and Sophie @realmagicbooks and everyone @gettogetherfest 🌞

(Toilet selfie because best tiles, and the girls before me were taking one ‘sorry we never go out anymore and we need to remember it’ they said as I washed my hands.)

A lovely time was had in Sheffield. Thanks so much Carl and Sophie @realmagicbooks and everyone @gettogetherfest 🌞

(Toilet selfie because best tiles, and the girls before me were taking one ‘sorry we never go out anymore and we need to remember it’ they said as I washed my hands.)

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Kiss me quick 💋

Signing books 📚

Signed copies now available in @foylesforbooks Charing X
@roughtradeeast
@southkenbooks

Signing books 📚

Signed copies now available in @foylesforbooks Charing X
@roughtradeeast
@southkenbooks

Signing books 📚

Signed copies now available in @foylesforbooks Charing X
@roughtradeeast
@southkenbooks

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I Dreamed Another’s Dream is on @field.system until May 23rd

I have dreamed many dreams and within them many other’s dreams, out of these have come stories which I work to interrupt in words and images. My work for ‘I dreamed another’s dream’ focuses on one particular dream sequence which includes three entities that have walked into my dreamscape: the fish woman, Hector Nit and stone head. These characters wander through ancient landscapes immersing themselves in the land and all that comes with it. Sea. Field. Woodland. River. Earth. They interact with one another but only in passing ways, they speak different languages, and conkers are their only form of commonality. It sounds strange but that is what dreams are for me; strange, mystical places were odd things make perfect sense and mundane things make no sense at all.

Includes new works from @matthew___shaw @penny_macbeth and me!

I Dreamed Another’s Dream is on @field.system until May 23rd

I have dreamed many dreams and within them many other’s dreams, out of these have come stories which I work to interrupt in words and images. My work for ‘I dreamed another’s dream’ focuses on one particular dream sequence which includes three entities that have walked into my dreamscape: the fish woman, Hector Nit and stone head. These characters wander through ancient landscapes immersing themselves in the land and all that comes with it. Sea. Field. Woodland. River. Earth. They interact with one another but only in passing ways, they speak different languages, and conkers are their only form of commonality. It sounds strange but that is what dreams are for me; strange, mystical places were odd things make perfect sense and mundane things make no sense at all.

Includes new works from @matthew___shaw @penny_macbeth and me!