Back in the studio: Days 2,3 and 4

The cleaner and I have become firm friends. I am dressed in a dirty old wedding dress trying to make a wind up alarm clock tick again; we chat about the weather.

The space has changed, I am using a bigger, wider room. It feels huge, I struggle to immerse myself in the 'beach'. I need my sand, my stones, my things now.....I have the words but I need to re-discover them. What I really need is an audience to tell.

I pack up my suitcase for the last time, the next time I take off my shoes and socks I will feel the sand between my toes.....