Our little patch of Scotland called my garden has felt like the South of France for the past few weeks.  Job lists have been abandoned as free-flowing days of ‘pottering’ has resulted in an empty studio, a beautiful garden and happy smiling faces.

Afternoons are spent testing the hammocks and rediscovering books long forgotten.  The Wind in the Willow’s by Kenneth Graeme is one of my favourites. Perfect for hot summer days whether you are gently rocking in a boat or a hammock.