My grandparents are moving and leaving behind the house that my mum grew up in. It’s a huge change for all of us as it’s been such a big part of our lives. Behind their house is a large field filled with beech trees where my mum, and then my sister and I, grew up climbing trees and jumping into leaf piles and throwing sticks for dogs.

Yesterday my mum and I went out there to draw for the day. (My mother’s also an artist! You can see her work here.) We had the most wonderful weather. Though I did some sketches, some of which you can see below, I also took the time to wander around all my old haunts. It was lovely, but bittersweet.

I drew the sketch above from the old treehouse! The squiggle in the middle is my dog, who was at that time attacking a stick.

This stile leads from the tree field into farmland, which I took a nice long walk in.

The beech trees that surround the tree field were, once upon a time, a beech hedge. It’s created a one-sided avenue of sorts.