Both my BA and MA dissertations focused on landscape, latterly on a consideration of how landscape is referenced in art and photography to evoke a sense of fear, suspense and uncertainty within the viewer. Tensions between notions of the safe rural idyll and the implied terror of the wild wood fascinate me, my curiosity leads to an exploration of these themes within my practice.

My short and long distance solo walks combine a heady mix of excitement and trepidation when setting out and provide the solitude to deeply engage with the landscapes I tread. I've encountered some interesting responses to my travels as a lone female walker and this led me to consider culture, gendered space and notions of what is considered appropriate or transgressive.

PLAY / GROUND, Leytonstone, London, 2016
This workshop provided an opportunity to explore the forest site in considering ritual, consciousness and voicing intention. Participants were invited to hunker down, breathe in the space, to listen, to tune in/tune out and quietly ask, What do I need more of in my life? Using materials found onsite objects were assembled to represent desires and our ritual was completed by writing intentions on rice paper which was buried or placed meaningfully within the holly grove. 

Rice paper, made of potato starch and water would dissolve in the coming days, our written/drawn intentions melting into the forest floor. Our actions retained as memories accompanying us beyond the woods and into everyday life, I wonder if the participants thoughts have returned to the forest site since, mine have.

The Leytonstone Arts Trail 2016 focused mine and Siobhan Davies collaboration, both of us testing ideas, being playful and pushing boundaries. PLAY / GROUND was an invitation for others to invent happenings and adventures in E11.


Object of desire


Interventions & tweaks within the space

100 years, Moray, Scotland, 2016
My dad was born on the 11th of March 1916. To commemorate this I traveled to Scotland and on the 11th March 2016 walked to the cottage he was born in and planted daffodils by the front door. Soft rain fell, garden birds chirruped in the hedgerows and squawked my approach from the treetops. Snowdrops in their prime lit the way, turning my thoughts towards hope and renewal. Standing in the garden of the derelict cottage I felt very at home, though my father left this home in his youth the place echoed him. A shed full of rusting nails, bare gnarly apple trees, a slab path running the length of the cottage. HE was palpable.

I knocked on the door and considered time, of my grandmother Alexina birthing her last born on this day 100 years before, of me peering in the windows, haunting ghosts. Crouching down to dig I found rich dark soil, the sword like spikes of the daffodils pleasingly green against this earth. I left a note written in green ink, knowing it would wash away as rain pattered down, spreading, erasing my heartfelt words. I think of these daffodils now, hoping they bloom brightly, a token of life lived now as I acknowledge my father, my roots.


 Plant associated with Clan Logan - Furze (Gorse)

 Road to Easter Calcots

 Joynters Cottages

 Falkland Islands penny

 Haunting the long dead and gone...



Coast to CoastEngland, 2015
From the 5th to the 16th of August I walked 192 miles from St Bees in Cumbria to Robin Hood's Bay in North Yorkshire. The Coast to Coast was created by Alfred Wainwright and he saw the route as a suggestion and inspiration for others to find their own way from the Irish Sea to the North Sea. Alongside this personal challenge I raised £650 for The National Association for Children of Alcoholics.

 Irish Sea, St Bees

 Looking back to St Bees

 Ennerdale Water


 Brothers Water

 Angle Tarn

 Road out of Reeth

 North York Moors

 Last few miles to Robin Hood's Bay

North Sea, Robin Hood's Bay

Day walk, Scotland, 2015
A walk, there and back, along the disused railway from Elgin to Lossiemouth.

Dad, Scotland, 2012
A days walking ritual from Elgin to Lossiemouth and back in honour and in forgiveness of my late father Robert Logan. 

Jedburgh to John O'Groats, Scotland, 2010
In 2010 I walked over 400 miles in memory of my cousin Krysia Eddie who died of ovarian cancer in 2009. My journey began in the boarders at Jedburgh and ended at John O'Groats in the North. My route headed towards Edinburgh, skirting around the southern edge of the city and continued towards Glasgow. From the outskirts of Glasgow I followed the West Highland Way to Fort William, then along the Great Glen Way towards Inverness. The rest of the route took me along the east coast of the country, turning inland on the second to last day to tread the quiet roads to John O'Groats.  


At the edge of Rannoch Moor

Near Fort William

Leaving Alness

Between Lybster and Watten

West Highland Way, Scotland, 2006
I'd forgotten how painful long distance walking can be, it took around 3 to 4 days for my body to adjust to the terrain and daily distances. We got caught in rainfall of epic proportions going over Conic Hill which obscured our first views of Loch Lomond. Things had changed since my walk 7 years previously, the routes popularity had increased and the road ahead was dotted with great strands of walking folk in colourful anoraks. Sections of woodland that had been newly felled in 1999 now grew high above my head and new felled areas opened up alternative viewpoints. 

Until recently I had no idea about the Highland Clearances during the 1800's, my new understanding of this history will have a profound impact on future engagement with the empty highlands.

Island I Vow, Loch Lomond

Glen Falloch

Loch Tulla

Towards Rannoch Moor

Rannoch Moor, Kings House Hotel

View from the Devil's Staircase

Annapurna and Everest Regions, Nepal, 2001
My lasting memories of Nepal are huge, epic unfamiliar landscapes. The changes in terrain were remarkable. Within a couple of days walking we travelled from lush green tropical heat to cold rocky landscapes with few plants. Altitude was a real personal challenge and repeated illness made this a difficult trip. My photographs are beautiful, but without the connection I feel for my UK ones, as if someone else walked these routes. 


Namche Bazzaar


Sagarmāthā from Tengboche

Chuckhung Ri

Coast to Coast, England, 2000
After walking 100 miles in 1999 the next challenge was to walk 200 miles solo. This was accomplished on the Coast to Coast Walk devised by Wainwright and passing through three national parks, the Lake District, the Yorkshire Dales and the North York Moors. It took 13 days to walk from St Bees and the Irish Sea to Robin Hoods Bay and the North Sea. Again, there were lots of memorable moments on this trip, but Lakeland was my favourite, and my arrival at Robin Hoods Bay stands out as an emotional moment.

St Bees

Calf Crag

Gray Crag

West Highland Way, Scotland, 1999
The West Highland Way starts in Milngavie (pronounced Mull-guy), near Glasgow and ends in Fort William. At a touch under 100 miles it's a fair distance to discover if solo walking is for you, which is what I was doing in 1999. The WHW leads you through spectacular and changing scenery, walking the length of Loch Lomond and later across Rannoch Moor with views of Glen Coe. It took 7 days to complete and I've happy memories even though my feet were in pieces.

Towards Drymen

Loch Lomond

Loch Lomond, Rowardennan Lodge

Graveyard next to St Fillans Priory

Towards Bridge of Orchy

Rannoch Moor