I remember the first time I ever walked through a really high and wild flower meadow. It was back in Wales in my early twenties, out for a walk with friends and we just happened upon it. It was captivating. The grasses were up to our waist and there were SO many butterflies. No one with me seemed particularly interested in it though and just marched on through, so it was a very short visit, but the magic of it etched itself on my memory.
After a long time longing for the sea during this landlocked lockdown, we finally managed to get there in the REALS. It was like a reverse research trip. Usually I would go to a place first to gather inspiration for a design but my paper pebbles and pebble window film were born out of a longing to get there so this was more like a celebration!