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North Somerset, United Kingdom
My parents were worried when I ran around with scissors – now I play with fire and (intentionally) break glass! Based in the beautiful South West of England, close to the sea and often the scene of beautiful sunsets, I am inspired by the countryside around. Working with sea glass collected from remote beaches, soda lime glass from Murano, Italy, Europe, USA and beyond, I create artisan beads, for use in my own jewellery or for you to enjoy in your own creations. But I couldn’t stop there; continuing the theme from round rods to flat sheets, mostly from the USA, I break large sheets of transparent, opaque, multi-coloured and dichroic glass into much smaller pieces to make a kiln-formed range of bright, colourful jewellery and home decoration. Each piece I make is individually designed around the shape, size and beauty of the materials and intended to be unique, wearable, usable and affordable. All my glass work is kiln annealed for strength and durability and designed to give pleasure for years to come.

Monday, 2 April 2012

The search for the church still goes on!



The continuing saga of my search for a church - one with atmosphere and on a cliff edge.

After more enquiries we had Gunwallow, Lelant, Wembury and Talland to visit. Wembury and Talland are planned trips for next week - and Talland is unlikely as the person who I went with has family buried there and his family assure me he's never been to Talland!

So, in what must have been one of the hottest April weeks for years we headed westwards. Alistair likes to think of it as a holiday but it was really a continuation of my search for a church, with a spot of sea glass hunting thrown in to disguise this!


First up Gunwallow. On the map this looked good - graveyard - yes; beside the sea - yes. After that it went downhill.


The carpark is not opposite the church and although there is sea, it is not on a cliff edge.


Interesting statue, not sure what it was for, but found this tombstone so sad

We had a quick lunch at the Halzephron Inn at Gunwalloe which, apart from a raucous crowd who were apparently between funeral and wake, was very nice (despite the poor reviews I've read this evening) and headed on to other things.


Next stop, we went to Lelant church. Really pretty but the car park is outside and it's near but not next to the sea and not on a cliff edge.

Also has a small chapel which was built at the dying request of Richard Perry - makes a change from 'don't let poor Nellie starve'!

So the search goes on. Somewhere in the West Country is a church, with a car park on rough ground and cliff edge opposite. Just inside the gate are graves to unknown people lost at sea or under the wheels of the London Stage.

Any suggestions?