Freshly painted and lovingly varnished, the little dinghy Serenity sits high & proud in the harbour, the water so clear and still she's beautiful twice.

The faintest of breezes sways everything, the boats' lethargic tilting drumming out a simple rhythm between their masts and rigging, marking time on this endless afternoon.

Serenity rocks too, distorting and illuminating the seabed scar where concrete dock meets pebbled bay. She rocks like she did yesterday, never to be sailed again.

  1. Over Christmas in 2017 I found an old box stored in the loft at my Mum's house
  2. Inside, amongst baby photos and first shoes, was a bundle of postcards collected by my late Grandmother, Lucy.
  3. In the 1950s she travelled Europe with her friends through France, Germany, Austria and Switzerland.
  4. Taking photographs wasn't so simple back then so, instead, she collected a postcard from each place she visited.
  5. I knew I wanted to tell the story of Lucy's journey but, sadly, I missed my opportunity to ask her about her youth.
  6. I realised that I still wanted to create something with these mementos; something to tell the story of the journey, even if I coudldn't tell her's;
  7. So, since the beginning of 2018, I've enjoyed writing short stories on these postcards — inspired by where Lucy found them — and sending them to family and friends. I've collected them here, I hope you enjoy them too.