Tennis Ball

Typologies, Walking Art

The tennis ball. The essential item in the dogs toy box. The lifespan of the tennis ball. Throw, fetch, endless running, slobbering on the nylon shell, sticky fingers. The ball that is lost. The ball that is chewed apart. The ball that is mown to pieces by the park keeper. There they lay, in their grassy grave. What stories they could tell, of the play they had with their dog, back when they were the number one toy.

Tennis Ball is part of a collection of books with the theme of natures typologies, which form part of my walking art series.

Sensory Jars

Commissioned Work, Pyramid of Arts, Workshops

I took some photos of jars filled with secret ingredients during my visit to High Rise Sensory Group (one of the groups I manage through my post at Pyramid of Arts). Manipulating them through movement, shaking them and gently agitating the flow of liquids, turning them quickly on their tops, capturing the sun shining through the jars, I photographed the colourful contents as they created wonderful patterns. I put the resulting images together to create glossy collages – and by glossy I mean they are best viewed on a glossy screen.

They remind me of sedimentary rocks, oceans with waves crashing down, blood samples…

What do you see?

Bramley Elderly Action – Bridlington extra care trip

Bramley Elderly Action, Commissioned Work, Community, Day Trips

I was recently invited to photograph an extra care trip out with Bramley Elderly Action, to Bridlington. It was a mild day, with gentle strolls by the seaside and some fun at the arcades. We had traditional fish and chips, and stopped by one of the many sweet shops to pick up supplies of fudge, rock and pick ‘n’ mix. I do love a traditional English seaside day out.

LPE – Walking from East to North Yorkshire

Chronic Illness, Day Trips, Diary, Leeds Photography Excursions, Nature, Walking Art

Sometimes determination is a pain in hindsight

It’s been almost a year since we last ventured into the Yorkshire countryside as Leeds Photography Excursions. In that year my health has deteriorated, causing me to have fatigue and reduced mobility (as just two of the symptoms), it has been both an interesting and frustrating year. Itchy feet wanted to take me away from Leeds and to explore another part of Yorkshire. The original destination was set to be Aysgarth, to find the waterfalls, but Storm Brian put a literal damper on that, so I called up my friend, who lives on a farm on the border of East Riding of Yorkshire and North Yorkshire, and we were all set to visit. We drove to Painsthorpe, and  took to the country lanes to walk towards Thixendale, a tiny village and part of the Yorkshire Wolds. We visited the Robert Fuller Gallery on route, where I bought some lovely illustrated prints of the local wildlife. We finished our walk at the Thixendale Village Hall, for a cup of tea and slice of cake – although, I went off script and had a rather delicious red pepper and herb homemade bread. Normally I would’ve been all fired up ready to walk back, but by that point, I was really struggling, and the concrete boot I normally drag around with me had been lined with lead. We had the luxury of being picked up by my friends husband! It was a frustrating walk, and I hurt the following day, but I have missed the countryside, and the pain was worth it.

With illness, and the change in my walking, my movement has slowed. When I walk for a distance I am pained, every step becomes a struggle, it aches my back, my gait has changed as  I move forward, swaying, dragging my foot, my legs working harder as I lift them higher. I am behind everyone, as they speed along chatting.

There are stories with every walk, Stop! wait for me, I am walking slower now. The wind, my dog doesn’t like the cold wind, he’s little and the freshness of the Yorkshire countryside is harsh.


The stories we tell as we walk. We remember the last time we were together, we remember things we have done since, we talk about places we haven’t been, and where we would like to go, we find out about the histories, look at the land, and learn about the neighbours, two miles away.


What’s in the picture? What was the feeling? What were the sounds, the noises that permeate the air? What were the smells?


With limited movement, I still find so much pleasure in being out walking, and slowing down, I have found my senses are heightened, I notice more. So although illness has kept me almost still, slowing down does not make me enjoy things less. My walking is my art, and this is something I really want to explore much more.

Do we see the same?

the same roads, the same horizons, the same skies, the same grass growing in fields, the same sheep, the same pheasants, the same fences, the same trees


Art, Access and Urban Walking

Chronic Illness, Diary, Events, Love Arts Leeds, Walking Art

On Saturday 7th October, I led a walk as part of the Love Arts Festival 2017 programme.
The ‘Art, Access and Urban Walking’ grew out of the walk I led as part of Jane’s Walk Leeds in May. The idea was to create conversation around accessibility in urban and green spaces, and document it in a creative way through photography, writing, sketching, or spoken word. There were so many snippets of conversation I wish I had recorded, about the spaces we occupy, how we neglect visiting areas outside our neighbourhood; and once we hit the shopping park, conversation moved towards accessibility in public spaces.

As I have written about before, I have a neurological illness, which has effected my mobility, and also my energy levels, as well as causing me great pain at times. On the day of the walk, I felt very disabled by my inability to network and talk about what I am doing and thus spread the word (I had not been able to get to any of the other events during the festival). This caused me to drop into a low mood and feel anxious about the walk. Part of my journey with a chronic lifelong illness, is looking at accessibility, and being able to take part in activities. This is more than just mobility and having access into a place, I need to consider my energy levels, restricting how far I can travel, and how long I can stay. Social isolation brought on by an illness can definitely have an impact on mental health, so leading this walk, it was important to me to highlight this.

Map of the intended journey, note that it would take an average person just over 20 minutes to walk it without stopping

We met at the Gatehouse Cafe adjacent to the Abbey House Museum. I noticed there is not signage out the front of the cafe, so it was not immediately obvious where it was.
I had done research about the community in Kirkstall as well as looking at the route we were taking and questions that might arise. We discussed the extra steps that wheelchair users and those with reduced mobility have to take to enter older buildings, an impairment disabled by design. We acknowledged that it isn’t always practical to make the environment flat and even, especially in a hilly city such as Leeds, but in doing so, we have to also acknowledge the extra work that those with physical impairments have to take to travel places. However, some pavements are rather questionable.

I explained to the group that since becoming ill, my pace had slowed considerably, I have to stop frequently to rest. My journey around the Kirkstall Parklands, has led me to discover details in the landscape that I hadn’t noticed or paid attention to before, as I rushed by. Walking my dog has given me the impetus to continue moving and exploring, regardless of becoming restricted in my location. I have begun without intention, to collect images. I documented spring fastidiously, learning the names of all the flowers in the process. Once flowering had died back, my focus moved to the environment itself, natures typologies.

I have begun seeing more.

Bark, the differing cloak of each tree, the marks scored deep, choked by ivy, the amputated branches leaving behind eyes, parasitic plants anchored to the ridges.

Inspired by the Becher’s Typologies, my collection of observations uncover the journeys I take, the paths I frequently walk, and the flux in which nature exists. This is a work in progress, and I will update in a future blog.

Our conversation moved to access in our local green spaces. There was a fascinating discussion about plants, the way in which they grow and survive. One of our members was fantastic at naming the trees and offering green fingered wisdom passed down from her grandfather. We talked about rest points, access to toilets, the incline of a path, the way in which the practicalities of accessibility may impact on the countryside and parks. We are rich with the green space the city of Leeds and its boroughs offer us, and yet we seldom investigate much past our own neighbourhood. I mentioned the wonderful Middleton Woods, an ancient woodland in south Leeds, best viewed when the carpet of bluebells are announcing spring. But there was surprise from members of the walk at the existence of Middleton Railway which is the world’s oldest continuously working public railway, founded in 1758.


I created a list of community hubs, local sports, places of worship, events, volunteering etc in Kirkstall with the help of my local councillor Lucinda Yeadon, and a prominent member of the Kirkstall community. It ended up being over a side of A4 in length, and I don’t think it is even complete. This research was to find out more about our neighbourhoods, and to find pride in the places we live. Lucinda tells me that if we asked any other councillor about their ward, they would hopefully be just as helpful! If you are interested in finding out more about your area, you can find your local councillor here. I am sure a quick google to find your representative outside of Leeds, should reveal the answer.

We reached the shopping park and conversation turned back to accessibility and how it can be applied. Amongst the group was an architect, and a PhD student who is studying at the Centre for Disability Studies at University of Leeds, his PhD has a working title ‘Personal Assistance: The Challenge of Autonomy‘. It is interesting to hear views from other people around the topic of accessibility, so it was really exciting to have someone who spends their time really researching the subject. Modern architectural design is considerate of the challenges that people with physical impairments have, but often the building itself is not enough to really address the societal barriers which people with impairments face. We discussed how the term ‘fully accessible’ is used a lot, but in actual fact, a wheelchair ramp and an just about accessible toilet is all that is on offer. Can places truly be fully accessible? We could have a changing places toilet, but does accessibility stop with physical impairment? The interesting ‘Around the Toilet‘ arts based research project, takes us into more depth about this subject. Of course, toilets are not the only barrier to accessibility. Sensory impairments, are often an after thought, if thought about at all. The lights we use, the sound, the layout, the signage, the colours, the crowds of people, the service, the knowledge…  Visual impairments, autism, hearing impairments, all of which can be disabling to a person if environments do not acknowledge their existences.


Accessibility is a broad word, and looking past how to get into a place, we need to consider those who are left outside because of reasons that haven’t been considered. If we are truly to make something fully accessible, and our able bodies cannot think past ramps and toilets, we need to retrain ourselves on the true role of the social model of disability.

We finished two hours later, and tiredness hit me, so we stopped at the pub. An interesting conversation developed between the two companions remaining, regards to nationality and how they fit in in England. Spanish, but living in Leeds for almost 4 years, and South African and living in the UK for much longer, their views on the country and the way we behave is very insightful. There is a reserve around the English, that being outspoken and animated, takes people by surprise. But in complete contrast to this, we have no problem staking our claim as a nation that has colonial pride, and hates being invaded. Racism has risen, more so after Brexit, and the lack of integration often thrown at immigrants with spiteful vitriol, forming the cause of their mistrust. I would not want to integrate with this notion of ‘real englishness’, if this red cheeked white man was looming over me like a monster – I would feel intimidated and seek the sanctuary of people like me. Accessibility eats at the heart of everything we do in society, and if we aren’t listening and considering the views of the people that our environments are disabling, then we are not accessible at all.
Views on racism, and the nature of white supremacy within our towns, is another blog waiting to be written!

The last thing I will say about accessibility, Kirkstall Bridge Inn is a wonderful pub, but I was very disappointed to see the red emergency cord in the accessible toilet, tied up out of the reach of anyone who may need it. Is it a hindrance? Well imagine life where your daily existence is constantly met with hindrance and frustration…

I am hoping to draw in some images and thoughts from the people I walked with. So will add that at a later date.