Finding things, making things, starting something, never quite sure how it will end up...
And then…there’s a little shifting of something…..and when you put it down, it’s not back with the other pieces, but on the table, ready…
I guess it’s the mystery and unknowable backstory that draws me time and time again to the pieces of wood, china, glass, odds and ends to be found on the tide line; worn and rounded, transformed over years by sea and sand into little treasures..
If they could talk, what could they tell us? From where have they travelled and how long did it take for them to end up where they did?
I'm a Yorkshire lass from landlocked Brighouse who's never happier than when combing through the strand line of the beaches of the glorious Yorkshire, Northumberland and Isle of Mull coast (and occasionally a little further afield!)
I’m often asked where the DownTime project began. And in truth, while it’s the journalist in me that loves a good mystery, I think, in the main, it’s because of a boy called Thomas, my little star, who spent his final days with me watching the seas and marching the windswept dunes of Bamburgh, and who now flies with the birds at Flamborough Head.
To know more about me and my boy – and about life after he left. You’ll find our story – and perhaps a little indication of why I do what I do – here: http://nicola-furbisher.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/day-between-days.htmlhttp://nicola-furbisher.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/day-between-days.html