It’s our lovely Sale Fell – closest friend to the western communities that embroider the western fringe of the English Lake District. It is a holder of secrets and memories – beneath and above. Matt kindly walked there with me this New Years Day as I futilely scratch at last years blackboard to try to glimpse some meaning. He slipped over in his townie trainers and Bella pulled me into the beck. And then we went back to our respective homes – most resolutely.
Left with the use of my left arm/hand only, after a serious motor cycle accident in 2005, I am learning to adapt to life with a brachial plexus injury and have developed a style of playing guitar using open tunings. I love drawing, painting and generally messing around in a fairly loose fashion. Can't describe myself as an artist, but perhaps a doodler with intent. View all posts by keithfitton