A tunnel of greenery stretching ahead up a steep hill. The high banks of the road verdant, dotted with bright red spikes and dappled with leafy sunshine. This is Water Lane in Golant, Cornwall. As we wander up the hill, I pick a few of the plants - a Hart’s Tongue Fern, a Common Polypody, a spike of Lords and Ladies. Back in the studio (the kitchen of the delightful cottage we have rented) I make a flat-lay of my little collection - with a few other locally found treasures, and paint a watercolour. The time spent absorbed in the activity, observing each element, is part of the process of creating a sense of place...