It has become a tradition that Paddy and I travel to Cornwall in January. Once the madness of Christmas is over, we head for the land where mobile phones do not work that well, and there is very little wireless.

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Cornwall is for eating, drinking, sleeping and reading. I usually have good intentions regarding the reading… I think, “I’ll read books that I would never read at home since they’re too heavy, too serious” but then I ended up reading the usual procedural crime thrillers and Nora Ephron.

In St. Ives we saw an exhibition of Bauhaus photographers whilst looking out of portholes and square windows framing perfect sea views from the Tate.

And before we knew it, it was over. Back to the chaos of moving a business. Slowly but surely, the new studio is taking shape and it feels like nothing is too impossible. My first wedding of the year was filled with wine coloured roses, tulips, hellebores and snakeshead fritillaria. Sometimes people make the mistake of thinking that winter is a dry time for flowers, but once the Christmas reds have subsided, a new wave of winter flowers emerge and I feel excited again. Like always, shapes and varieties that I had long forgotten about, start reappearing, and the cycle starts again.