Painting a picture

RUTH climbed the narrow path to Windlow Hill. She had a canvas bag in one hand and her mother’s old cardigan tucked under the other. Below, the village looked almost as it had in her childhood – white

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JOHANN KERNER saw the woman coming out of the darkness. She looked ancient and she moved as slowly as a snail, her back bent. She was the most likely source of information he had seen on his travels.

HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”

IT was new to Eleanor, this feeling. An image of Michele floated into her mind during every moment of her day – an outline of him, or the colour of his eyes. He disturbed her vision when he wasn’t pre

Encouraging the viewer to engage, Rebecca Holton prompts reflection on the way we live today and our rituals and routines. Frequently compared to Edward Hopper, her interpretation of light-dominated,