A flock of birds bursting out of the rock has come to symbolise just how much that trip to Cornwall now means to me. We nearly didn’t make it. The forecast that week was stormy, working commitments crazy and a decade-long house renovation was making this trip unimportant.

We were all feeling a bit disconnected in early February. The heart of winter didn’t feel like it was shifting, and a yearning for Cornwall, a place I’d spent so many years calling my second home, was calling. We checked in to a clifftop static caravan, which wasn’t so static in 70 mph high winds, rocking us off to sleep and swaying our morning cuppas. BUT, we did call this place home for just a few days, breathed in deep on those wild southwest walks and found some curiosities around every corner. A month later a global pandemic hit hard. I will always be grateful we made it back there, back then.

Artifact Motherhood is a collaboration of artists/mothers from around the world. Sharing stories of the joys and struggles of our journey. Our hopes and dreams for our children. With little nuggets of wisdom here and there. These are more than photographs with dates written on the back. These are the artifact we are leaving behind for children and the generations to come.

Please visit the next artist in our blog circle, the talented April Christopher  and continue through all the artists until you get back to me.

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