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Wintering

February 9, 2026 lizatthebeachhut

There are days in winter when we can’t imagine when we might feel the warmth of the sun again. When we can’t remember the last time we stepped out of our pyjamas, and when illness, pain or fatigue has laid us low and vulnerable. All life is happening to other people, we are left behind, we are empty pages in the diary.

And despite desperately wanting to be in full bloom, our colours have faded. There’s a 50p sticker on our pot. But what if; just when we think we have lost our leaves forever, perhaps we are simply wintering, and slowly nurturing new, even healthier growth?

In recent weeks I have spent an absurd amount of time creating and editing photo books. It has been a monumental labour of love.

The company I have used for 18 years have changed their uploading methods and for a relic like me ( my daughter would tell me,) this has messed with my previous understanding of a system which I had become very good at using and could do without really thinking about . Now, I found myself clunking my way through hundreds of images over and over, re- uploading, re editing, and swearing a lot. Automated technology was making the job so much harder, and it became an unwanted never ending mountain of a job.

Initially I was getting really sick of seeing the same images, only to find them disappear, having to go back, do the job again. So I started to chunk the task up, and edit it in sections, paring the groups of images down as I went. I began to realise that I was starting to choose pictures based on the ones which truly caught our best moments, and in doing that, my cinema reels started to play. It stopped being annoying and from my bed, started to make me more grateful.

I persevered for weeks, and finally finished, dividing up the albums into categories to share with different people.

Everyone could focus on their important bits !

And sometimes we need to savour every part

Some favourite presents at Christmas.. Saving the best for last.

Coffee at Cotehele with my friend

Beautiful moments to slow down and re-cherish, secret treasures, unexpected happenings, appreciating Art and a night at the ballet

Since making the books, I feel relieved to have ticked off a long awaited task but more importantly enjoyed reliving plenty of poignant and hilarious memories. Moments to treasure and draw on when life has other plans..

From A Rock Choir party at the NEC, to road trips in Elsie, friendships in the Art classes and treasured times with family.

And of course, a dress for every occasion..

Like so many of you, there are days when my rheumatoid, lupus and arthritis pain are overwhelming, Especially in the damp, cold months. It can be so easy to believe when we are in pain that there is no end to it. That it will stay dark. I know that what gets me through is connecting with the amazing people in my classes, who have become friends. When we create and share stories, feeling empathy with others, our minds don’t get to focus on just our stuff. We feel more than just a body. We take courage from each other. And singing does the same. Endorphins are great pain relievers. Many a night would have been so easily spent in bed, but car sharing to two choirs is a way to boost morale and is restorative and so beneficial to our health.

The light and warmth we feel from our tribe, whoever they are can help get us through. I am honest if asked how I feel, although I might not always show my pain. But When people know you, they know, and on a pain day they do the bending! And the kindness and camaraderie of friends is the best medicine.

Highweek Art Group

It has been a busy few months of Art and craft here in Devon . Our Art class Artwork is showcased on the gallery below every Thursday. And also includes work from Artists in Scotland in a previous Art group as well as individuals working from home.

Sea Sparkle – Art and Adventures by the Sea

Cosy Craft Club

Every other Sunday, between September and Easter, my living room fills up with lovely ladies trying out new craft projects. This year it has been needle and flat felting .

Drawing and Painting

And in the quiet moments, is when I allow myself a little Art !

Choir

Between singing in Rock Choir and Choir 86

And Poems!

A new poem- ‘ Tracy’s Nails’ read at our choir 86 dinner dance.

Many friends have been unwell in recent weeks. A couple of my closest friends are still very poorly. We carry them in our minds and prayers and live more fully on our better days, for them and ourselves.

As below the damp, cold earth at Imbolc, valuable growth continues on whether we can sense it or not, our roots are extending, grounding us, stretching towards the future warmth of sunnier days, preparing for our next bloom; and our strength our patience, will reap rewards.

Check out some proper pictures, between selfies. Some things are better below the cloud.

Keep safe and warm.

Spring will come.

Keep Sparkly

All my love, Liz at the Beach Hut xx

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Summer Garden Workshop

August 17, 2025 lizatthebeachhut

Garden ready with lots of space to get creative

Two very productive tables and a very well behaved assistant!

Chinese paper, blowing tools and various techniques were shown

Some people really enjoyed themselves!

After a lively chatty lunch, a wonderful collection of collages had grown.

We had explored inks, ghesso, stencils, layering and much more

Our beautiful gallery framing the view

Ten new friendships and nine new masterpieces!

And despite the prepared outdoor space, happily it was all created, out of the breeze in a tiny Art Workshop!

Karen H

Debbie

Rose

Tabitha

Helen

Cindy

Karen K

A wonderful gallery of creative energy, fantastic joyous mark making and new skills being gathered, good banter, and a lot of laughter. This should be available on prescription!

What a practically perfect day !!

Love and hugs until next time,

Liz at the Beach Hut xx

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Iron

June 28, 2025 lizatthebeachhut

When I started this blog ten years ago, it began as a way of saying to the world that although my teaching career had changed direction , I was not giving in to my health issues. I wanted to share the new path my small person and I were forging ahead in a new life, free from domestic coercion, and the teaching profession, and juggling single motherhood, chronic pain and arthritis with an Art business .

At the last count, my surgeries have reached around twenty. Various bones have been fused, taken out, mosaicked, replaced, injected, and pysio’d upon. Yes, it has been a rocky road, but we forged ahead each time on new crutches. And for most of the time, she and I managed just fine, even travelling to far flung destinations with two snorkels and a wheelchair. With a little energy and a lot of determination, there was nothing we couldn’t do.

We find a reserve of strength to keep going when that’s the only choice.

Right now, I find myself the right side of a knee replacement , six weeks on and gathering my thoughts for any future recoveries but also wanting to share what I’ve learnt.

For six weeks I have felt very unwell. All the medical professionals kept telling me it was post op fatigue. But I knew it was more than that. My mind was groggy. My me was gone. When my partner got sick too, I felt very vulnerable. Eventually, I persuaded the g.p. to do another blood test, and it turned out that I had been anemic since my surgery; (so much so that at the time they were going to do a transfusion, as the blood count was so low. Even after a few days of taking iron tablets, my thoughts and sense of well being returned. The fear of losing my energy for good subsided. I can’t tell you what a relief this was.

Self care is not the same as self indulgence

Clear niggling jobs that will worry you in recovery-if you can. I knocked my pan in doing a life laudry pre op, cleared a shed of clutter. But personally, I am glad I did now, because I can’t help with heavy domestic stuff and now my daughter has her own storage space which she can deal with herself !

(Not her actual room-I’m not that brave!)

Plan for yourself as if you were having a guest to stay

Carve out a pleasant space to recuperate.

Clear away clutter and unresolved projects . They’ll annoy you as you stare at them day after day! Set up a few things you might like to do.

I put up a clothes rail of my floatiest clothes so there was no rummaging in drawers to do. You don’t want anything tight on your swollen, sore body and it will be tricky to bend. I lived in stretchy pyjama bottoms and t-shirts for the first couple of weeks and loose cotton things if anybody took me anywhere! The floor might feel a long way away at first, so know where your shoes are. Place all your essentials and toiletries above waist height!!

If your loo is upstairs, you might be spending more time in an upstairs room so:

Set up a kettle and tea things like your own bed and breakfast. Gather enough cups and spoons, fill jars with tea and coffee and remember to take up milk at night . (It should last if covered overnight. This is a godsend in the morning, especially if your cohabitants aren’t awake early with post op pain too!

You may get cold easily, or hotter than normal ! Make up the bed in layers of sheets and blankets that can be jiggled about.

Have a bedside drawer or box of useful things near you- pens/ medicines / glasses/ phone/ snacks/phone numbers etc.

Now is not the time to be virtuous

Plug charger in as close to bed/ chair as possible

Have things to do that keep you distracted- drawing/ writing/ online games or a craft. Initially I found I just couldn’t get comfortable anywhere but my bed with an ice pack on my knee. And like Frida Kahlo I surrounded myself with paint and sketchbooks whilst propped up by pillows, and accompanied by various languid cats.

Frida Kahlo bed-bound and painting 1950’s

There is a lot of advice about batch cooking before surgery. To be honest, the nicest thing about not cooking for a week or two is eating things you wouldn’t normally cook. Splurge on nice ready meals as part of your therapy!

Keep on top of pain and pre-order all the usual meds. Time goes wonky afterwards so be your own advocate beforehand.

Carve out a small space outside to get some sunshine

Do not worry that you haven’t achieved anything much. You got another day under your belt. Another day closer to mobile. This is definitely a time for binge watching anything your other half dislikes!

I am here to remind you and (myself if I do ever get more surgery) that the sorest days do pass, that those times when it feels like you’re stuck in a mind-numbing groundhog day never to see the outside world again will change, that this too will make you stronger

There will come a day when knees will bend, or shoulders will rotate, or hips stop clicking; but until then you’re still gorgeous.

Your new knees will soon hold you up at a Rock choir gig!

And even the brain fog which seems never ending and makes each day feel very small; will lift, given time. Keep listening to your own sense of your body.

Iron tablets, chocolate and good friends will always keep you going.

We all feel, when we are out of the loop, even for a week or two; that the world moves on without us, that the gap is closed and we have faded out of the picture. I promise this isn’t true. You are loved, even if you aren’t feeling so keen on you.

Thank goodness for that!!

This was me at my daughter’s age! Maybe a younger me, but I would like to think that she is still in there somewhere, leaping in a different way, but like you; never giving up thinking she can fly.

Have a wonderful week and if you are healing, switch off the world and believe in your wings.

Love and hugs, Liz at the Beach Hut xx

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Dolls house

April 6, 2025 lizatthebeachhut

I just can’t help myself..

This is our new fireplace.

Oh ok then; it isn’t really…

If it’s not the actual walls of the house, there’s another special place that’s getting the treatment too

Although we could comfortably move into this Bloomsbury inspired living room, it might be a bit of a squash.

Because this is a dolls house…

A bookcase filled with books and me on the tv at last!

We all have a project or two by the armchair!!

Love this tiny blue and white tea set

Perfect for the French dresser, with a landscape mural on the kitchen wall

Sink and aga and abstract art!

Hand painted Monet table

Distressed painted chair

Just waiting for a guest or two to drop by.

The Bathroom contains the smallest accessories youve ever seen!

His and hers sink

And a rather spectacular toilet !

Even a dressing area.

Next for the paintbrush is this bedroom set

A dressing table for the coolest lady

Complete with enough perfume for any diva..

Looking forward to seeing how the rest of her room and the other bedrooms evolve.

While we wait, there’s always the basement garden to potter in

As with all gardens, this one is still in bud

A seat on the tiny white iron furniture.

Plants and trees and grassy areas framed by a Rousseau inspired backdrop.

The outside of the house will be finished later. Plus the attic room and bedrooms. There is still plenty of detail to add and that is a lot of daylight hours! A half finished tree will still be there on a rainy day!

And until the Autumn, it will be real plants that are tended to. The painted ones can mostly wait while the sun is shining.

With love and all the wonderful details

Liz at the beach hut xx

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Paintbox

April 6, 2025 lizatthebeachhut

One of the most inspirational places I went to when I was at school was Charleston Farmhouse. Charleston Farmhouse is a 16th century property in East Sussex that was transformed by the artists Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant and their friends. Visiting the house and garden felt like stepping into something familiar and also new and exciting too.

Typical Bloomsbury Style painted border

As soon as they moved in, Bell and Grant began to paint every surface in the farmhouse, transforming it into a living, breathing work of art. Over the following decades, Charleston became a gathering point for some of the 20th century’s most radical artists, writers and thinkers known collectively as the Bloomsbury group. It is where they lived out their progressive social and artistic ideals.

What would our quirky home inspire? ..

There are touches of Bloomsbury inspiration all over our home. Not least in the hall archway, painted in recognizably chalky colours and patterns.

Blended with our Venetian Inspired Hallway

Of course, not everyone can be a fan..

‘Toys and books’ Italian style on the painted wooden door

A few clues as to what hides behind the door…

Although only for those of a certain size

With a big imagination

Before the sunshine became just too tempting to stay indoors any longer;

as many things as possible got a Spring makeover.

All under the watchful gaze of my trusty companion Mabel

Who approved the new mural by hers and Horace’s dog beds. And the new book at the side of the stairs.

Lastly for today, the upper corridor has had a makeover. A little alcove, home to various pets and bookcases until now, has been framed with a hand painted border, edging a blast of bright turquoise which makes the ‘escape to the chateau wallpaper pop!’

This is one of those little corners that could be overlooked but has come to life and now looks much bigger than it is.

And obviously, one’s treasures have to be put somewhere!

Have a wonderful Easter

Love Liz at the Beach Hut xx

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Marathon

March 15, 2025 lizatthebeachhut

I have a friend who is the same age as me, and she is training for a marathon. Last weekend she won her age group category in a long distance race, regaling its arduous last miles, as myself and my choir buddies listened in awe.

As I recalled my own school sprinting triumphs and then looked down at my trusty walking sticks; I joked that many of us were living vicariously through our fit friend. There were lots of genuine nods of agreement.

I can’t walk without support, and even then I am in pain most of the time. Another round of Surgery is scheduled this year but it is a fact that arthritis will always be my companion.

For me it is essential to rest every day, and I probably rattle with the medication I take to keep my pain manageable and my immune system functioning .

However, I’m also weirdly ok with my lot most of the time. This might not have been the life I planned; but it is my own unique life. And how we perceive what we find on our plate is a choice, as is what to try to change, if we can.

Sometimes life simply stops us in our tracks and our control is gone. The limitations we thought we had were minor compared to a looming new life obstacle.

I have another friend who has been extremely poorly and in hospital for over a year. At times it has felt to him a hopeless situation which would never improve. The strength to sustain good mental health when you and your body are failing to function is terrible and terrifying. It is my belief that his unwillingness to let the bstrds win, and his fight for Scottish independence and his passion has kept his spirit alive and hopefully will prove to the powers that be that he is worth caring for in his own home.

A positive attitude isn’t always easy. Especially when you don’t hold all the cards. But what I do know is that comparing ourselves to someone else is a dangerous habit . In my own work , as soon as I feel the pressure of having to keep up with the Art world or paint in a certain way or be marketable, I lose my focus. It isn’t enjoyable. I make bad art. The flow simply goes.

When I am still, when I am listening to my inner voice and my own thoughts and heart I make my Art. I am in my own world and it doesn’t matter who sees it. When I try and be someone else, I take wrong turnings.

This voice is essential listening. Our intuition gets us through the darkest times and tells us to be kind to our authentic selves. This might not always be easy. The world invades our consciousness every time we pick up a mobile. There are so many options and reasons to feel like a failure. Why bother? Sometimes the more we learn, the less we feel we know.

I’ve done enough running to last a lifetime

Trust in my instincts has got me through the worst of times in my life, having a stubborn kernel of inner strength which kind of knew which way to go, even if it didn’t make sense. Thirteen years ago I walked away from a 13 room house with my tiny child and a carrier bag. It wasn’t safe for us.

Without family I had no choice but to keep the faith in my own ability as a mum to get on with it. I couldn’t waste energy envying those big houses and big lives because despite having had all that myself; those material things and the good health of the young is never assured. I put my superwoman pants on. I fed my Art after she was in bed.

Nobody knows what anyone else’s life is really like behind their door. We imagine that being a faster, healthier, richer, better- at painting water colours, -thinner, more recognised -online version of ourselves will make us fuller and more complete.

Only. We’ve only truly got right now. And the cards we hold in our hand.

The freedom to choose each tiny step is worth more than a thousand possessions. Our vitality isn’t limited to our mobility level and no matter how long it takes, we can get to our own finish line. One step at a time.

From that carrier bag grew a future, which evolved and changed, gathering friendships, possessions, home decor, oodles of creativity, various animals and a partner. (as well as r.a !)

Focusing on the positive and having a bit of crazy mix of patience and spontaneity has gets us all through life. Below is a little write up of our local Art group in the paper.

Recognition is important and wonderful. Celebrating success and sharing Artwork with the world. However, personal success isn’t simply who knows about you when you’re gone, or whether you’ve gone viral: success is how we see who we are right now, recognition of our own hard climbed mountain,s and the steps we have taken towards truly and bravely being free.

We are now properly home, seeing the rewards of our labours and filling it with good people. If you had told me how many steps Id have had to take to get here; would I have even begun?!!!

My health hasn’t been so great this year. Something I try to ignore, but am forced to admit defeat to occasionally. My strategy appears to be run as fast as I can, doing all I can in case tomorrow won’t let me. And on those days, when the world carries on running, and I’m on the blocks still; I can still see that none of this existed a year ago.

Walking alone was never going to work for me. I like to create environments that spark joy. To inspire others we must let go of who we think we should be and set our own pace. Letting go of what isn’t working for us and our bodies any more. I am inspired by every single one of my friends and the creativity that blooms in the Art and craft groups. One of the reasons they are so magical, is that each participant holds each other up to the light without blocking it. Everyone gets to shine.

Be proud of how you move along. Slow and steady wins the race. But the view is what we came for xxx

Have a wonderful day

Love liz at the Beach Hut xx

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Wintering

January 12, 2025 lizatthebeachhut

A friend told me she was feeling guilty. She wasn’t her usual upbeat self. Her mojo was gone. She picked up her phone, and put it back down again. Where were her words?

Not just me then!

Do you ever feel like you’re battling on with the traffic on life’s motorway, overtaking disasters, avoiding cliffs, racing to each destination, without allowing yourself to take a break on a b road? Or even admit how some of the drivers around you make your journey even harder; whizzing past the obvious signs to get off the highway because everybody is just going too fast, missing all the interesting places on the way?

Winter has always taken me by surprise . There I am pottering about in a new term , enjoying a ‘warm- fuzzy- apple- in- the- satchel- glow’ of a September morning, another birthday and enjoying the fruits of several trips to the garden centre… when, wham! – its nearly Christmas and I can’t get my hips to co-operate.

Six months has gone past in the blink of an eye . Life has gone on around us, but there were also big changes to contend with this year, and unexpected loss. Life events and consequences threw us off track but we had to keep driving.

Months have passed since my last post. on here. During that time, I lost my brother very suddenly , and supported my family with mental health and changes. Time has moved so fast but also seemed to come to a halt at times. Sometimes real life felt it would be just around the corner…

Memory Garden for David

When those you love struggle. And keep struggling, it’s your struggle too.

When our bodies let us down, and winter starts to bite, creative and emotional fuel can become scarce. It can feel as if we hold the world together with our minds, feeding those under our rooves with not just hot food but patience and constant prayers.

It can be so easy to become isolated. For me, a real life social network beats aimlessly scrolling anytime ! Looking back over the last months; from time spent with family, lots and lots of singing, including the Edinburgh festival with Rock choir, concerts with choir 86, a new cosy craft club at the house and our ever expanding Art group in Highweek (also still exhibiting online every week with our Coldingham Art friends on the Seasparkle gallery, ) we have been fortunate to spend time with fantastic people. Thankyou! You are the best therapy !

My new years resolution is to stop apologising . Which translates as giving myself the credit I would naturally give others. Like you I am my harshest critic . If I struggle with a task I can usually do with ease, and haven’t accomplished for a while, I send myself spiralling into self destruction. And guilt.

In January’s enforced wintering, when my choices to be outside in the cold are limited, I vow to find permission to deviate. To carve out a warm and calm space to paint and heal, to find my words and let my thoughts trundle on once more.

Reflecting on how much has changed in our studio and Art classes, how our home and garden has continued to evolve with painted furniture, craft groups and interior and outside projects, it feels exciting to sit back and plan for future projects.

Instead of asking why that stack of paintings aren’t finished, why not appreciate all that already is ? And how the ripples of inspiration are growing from each original seed.

Every season’s colour, pattern and essence has a corresponding rhythm. A rhythm in us too. Even at half capacity. Even when we think or bodies have let us down, they are simply gathering themselves. Tenacity and drive get us through the shadows. We just need a little reminder sometimes.

My friends

With all my heart I hope you are well . I hope whoever you are wintering with is kind. If you are alone, then even more importantly, be a fabulous companion. I hope you have a few good plans in place for this next year, and that right now you are not in pain, and you are warm. Every year I forget how unwell I feel in the first two months. How the very thought of leaving our home feels scary and at times, insurmountable. How the smallest task some days can be exhausting. How spring feels so so far away, and I am at the mercy of a good weather forecast and a good night’s sleep.

Even warriors get tired. Fairies flail. Seasons affect our disorders. We feel 100% human despite our superhuman efforts. We need recovery, hibernation, tea, pyjamas. Pain killers. Without the support of my friends at events or in classes, or at home, life would be a very different challenge. Be honest with people. You might find that you bring just as much to their table.

Easier said than done .

We hold up the world ! We fire fight and wrestle dragons, we ignore disease and illness. We are last on our own lists.

We are women. ( Or men ) Or parents, sons or daughters or teachers or carers. There isn’t time for illness and we must keep producing things to prove we exist. And keep smiling at the same time.

I resent being the sick version of me. But I am coming to know her. She balances her days differently, but as long as she doesn’t give up, there is merit in her smaller actions, purpose in her consistent creations and patience in her unforgiving bones. She’s pacing herself because soon there will be a sunny day. Somehow the laundry gets done, people eat, presents are found, hugs are given. Not least to those who are slightly more furry in their ways. Constant companions and quite handy for napping with.

Perhaps your engine has been running on empty, but quietly you still move forward; fuelled by the desire to motivate someone struggling, as well as to keep building the big picture that drives you. I know what it feels like to crave calm. And time in the bath without interruption, a day without pain, a night without worry.

Even if you feel unseen, believe that your accomplishments lie in the consistency of your quiet love and kindness, to yourself as much as to those you love.

Every brush stroke is part of the picture.

While we imagine what our lives looks like, in reality, it’s busy doing it’s own thing, swayed by mostly things we can’t control. We aren’t who we imagine people see. We are the habits and patterns we adopt. The things we say, the way we love, the conversations we do or don’t have. Nothing is a given, so we must keep hope alive. embracing not only the new year but who we might become within it. including making scared time for nurturing, pyjama days. We have new shoots to grow, and must be prepared to cut right back on all the outside clatter occasionally , enabling us to flourish even further.

Because it is only when we pause, that we truly see our best accomplishments.

Happy New Year

All my love, Liz at The Beach Hut xxx

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Nine to five

July 7, 2024 lizatthebeachhut



'Some of us are normal
Some of us exist
Some of us have schedules
Some of us have lists '


'Some of us have real jobs 
Some of us have plans
Some of us paint paper
Not the side of vans'

Ah but not all purpose
finds a nine to five
feeding minds with wonder
keeps us most alive

Taught a thousand faces
Held a thousand hands
Squeezed the whole damn rainbow
All I make I am

A lie - in feels unholy
There's just too much to do
Write and paint and teach stuff
All we share with you

It could have been the end of hope, those initial diagnoses. A forcing of my hand to halt a career , one that I had worked and studied hard for; I had a structured life . An excellent job, a mortgage in my name, a new life re-built after escaping a tough marriage but leaving a beautiful home) . . I now was alone with a child, responsibility, a career . Everything to be proud of. Everything to lose.

Then I got diagnosed with both types of arthritis .

Early retirement from teaching wasn’t in the plan. Rather than run an Art department, I was being coerced into feeling useless by a council wanting cheaper, fitter staff.

Positivity only gets you so far..

So there we were, a single mum with a 4 page prescription, and a tribunal against an educational society that looked set to trip us up at every turn.

Pain and immobility seemed to be obvious to people only when I was enduring yet another surgery. And of those there were many. Succumbing to an illness set to get progressively worse, it’s constant fatigue and crippling ways should have been inevitable. How could we expect and create a comfortable life now?

Sink or swim?

What would you have shown the little girl holding your hand ?

We won the tribunal. And I took early retirement. (From teaching in High school ) The Freedom we crave when we work every day should have been sweeter. But there are rules.. supplementary income rules. Earning enough in the few hours I felt ok wasn’t possible, and certain income affects other income.

But we weren’t banned from sharing Art. I taught community enterprise Art classes everywhere. Children, adults, Art in Mental health groups, Art in hospitals, and kept making and creating in between the school runs and choir practice. Profit always went back into rent and materials.

Fighting and beating the system was just the beginning. The funds , little that they were , made up the shortfall for a new mortgage, a new life by the sea , and a continuation of creating through various community teaching, two regular blogs and personal creative development. Even covid didn’t stop us. Our Seasparkle classes and zoom art groups carried on throughout the two years we barely saw anyone.

Lupus and arthritis are tricky beasts to explain . If you have any kind of autoimmune disease you will understand, how you can look relatively ok but you feel like you are walking around in the wrong body (if you can walk- which I am personally not great at any more!) Some sunny days you can almost believe you feel fine . Until the meds wear off and a massive wave of fatigue kicks in. Other days, the pain can be so bad you can’t move, cancelling plans, rendering you dependent.

In 2016 I began writing this blog, talking to people about the positive effects of creativity, documenting classes, telling stories through poignant images and photographs . The feedback was so very welcome, and writing became a way of life , along with more illustrative work, painting and the felt pieces I was known for making .

I found the bits of day I had energy -first thing, resting when my daughter was at school, working again in the evening . I taught children and adults in community groups all over Scotland, I organised Art exhibitions and craft fairs . I became Dalkeith arts coordinator, starting new groups when we moved house. I painted and wrote every day. Even in my hospital bed, during extended stays which were common.

The huge move to Devon took enormous patience . Living in tiny chalets for a year while the house was settled . Every day I wrote poems in the bath (my happy place) – painted every morning , taught remote classes for the class I had left in Scotland .

It is amazing what you can do in the smallest slices of time, even when your patience is waning

Moving into this, our hopefully forever home – has been an endlessly creative journey. Not only is the Art on paper, but here is art on the walls, art on the stairs, and yes, art on the side of a caravan …

And now we are creating spaces to make and teach even more art. The journey from dreaming of ‘Liz at the Beach Hut’ to being here, in this warmer climate, has taken many many twists and turns.

And always, the best and most inspiring part is meeting and working with you. No artist is an island. Without the mirror of your creative joy, and productivity, we wouldn’t be where we are. Whether you work from home, remotely or sit in an Art class, you inspire me every week to carry on teaching, learning and being lifted by new friends .

With the boundless energy and support of my partner and best friend, the trials of life continue here as we add to each new project.

Our limitations make us value the time and energy we do have. Each morning is a gift. and because it isn’t always available, we must value our achievements fully. When a friend jokingly said ‘some of us have a job’ ( Didn’t I?) the other day, my first instinct was sadness. I felt too shocked to joke back. But I realise we aren’t aware of each other’s lives, schedules, if you don’t tell people you don’t ever stop working – how will they know?

Sometimes what we do isn’t obvious. Not many of us are great at self promotion. Sometimes it’s the same with how much pain we are in. For me, I have pain all the time, to some degree; sometimes it is mumbling, other times it is so sharp and angry it stops me in my tracks, stops my breath, makes me shake, makes me cry. I don’t feel as able as the world rushing around me. Because I know to some degree I’m not. But I am still whole. I’ve learnt to like me the way I am . Sticks and all. And if you are in ‘The Beach Hut’ physically or as an online friend- there are no exclusions.

Being inspired, inspiring others, making, creating, writing, painting, building and shaping a space to share, connections with likeminded people, a safe place to forget pain and stress for a while- that is more than a full time job.

It is everything …..

Unfortunately and sadly, a little like parenthood – the pay is pretty rubbish !

Our journey has been a long one. At times we have had nothing and nobody. But we had the ability to see and celebrate the little things . In turn they became a body of Art . Wherever life plonks you; whatever anyone else believes is best for you- do what you love, and keep doing it.

Because only you can

In your own inimitable style. xxx 😘

With all our love Liz and the zoo

Liz at the Beach Hut

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Martha

June 28, 2024 lizatthebeachhut

Down at the end of the garden,
Just take a left at the pond, 
Nestled behind the hydrangeas, 
Seek where the magic has gone. 

While folks all succumbed to their slumbers, 
Colourful flowers have bloomed,
To tempt happy feet o'er the threshold,
And sleep in a splendid cocoon.

Sizzling orange and turquoise,
Velvet blue, twinkling lights,
All guarantee your stay  ' Martha,'
 a magical cosy, good night. 

LW

Exterior of ‘Martha’ with Hand painted mural ( an ongoing project)

Fabulous Moroccan style self adhesive tiles

Welcome to your cosy stay

Transforming comfy bright seating area

Into the perfect retreat

Everything you need and a sprinkle of sparkly lights

‘Martha’ evolves as times goes by, with guests appraised by two vigilant pairs of eyes

Lanterns lighting the way for any latecomers

or possibly anyone else who might be passing ! xx …

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the beach hut

May 5, 2024May 15, 2024 lizatthebeachhut

There was a girl who dreamed of a Beach Hut studio, in a warm place near the sea. Somewhere to teach and write, to plan and create, somewhere to turn ideas into inventions and dreams into magic.

there were lots of beach huts….

But life kept interrupting…

Over the last few months, after many years of creating Art Beach huts in various home locations, this longed for dream has finally come to fruition in our lovely garden here near Newton Abbot, Devon. I am now hoping that perhaps this year, we might finally get to discover parts of Devon outside the recycling centre and d.i.y stores!

Despite life’s curveballs there has always been teaching, and always been Art.

These hands were never clean

As an Artist, I have painted, drawn, sewn, taught and made things all my life After a sell out degree show from Edinburgh college of Art, I set up my first Art and Crafts business, Curious Creatures, and exhibited widely in galleries and trade fairs. Returning to university to gain a post graduate in teaching. I became an Art teacher in Secondary schools for 20 years, and in addition co-ordinated many community groups, organised exhibitions, props for theatre design, taught mental health in Art programmes and supported clients one to one: teaching thousands of individuals from ages 4 to 104. It has been and is, an incredible joy to work with others. It is true to say art was part of every day.

But, just when things begin to grow and evolve, our bodies, our closest ones, or a universal disease, can trip us up on our yellow brick road.

In times of adversity, it has been vital for me to show my daughter that there is always something you can do to stay positive. When the impact of losing my marriage, stepsons and home and being supported by Women’s aid left me with no space, and a three year old, I wrote and made cards, textiles and bags, planning paintings I finished when I created a new home for us. When arthritis impacted on my teaching career, I switched from teaching in schools, to more community based projects, spending more time on my own writing and drawing, finally finishing pieces I’d only got to begin as exemplars for thousands of children! What had begun before I skittered creatively in my marital ivory tower, afraid to make mess; rebloomed into art- into crafts and written work online.

During Covid, when planned exhibitions were closed, and meeting classes was outlawed, I began a collection of Artwork , usually a themed series of subjects. Each painting began as an idea to share with my Art groups on whatsapp, as an exemplar, which everyone joined in with. This has carried on through to the physical classes since lockdown.

A fantastic dialogue began between the Artists at home, some of whom were housebound or unwell. A mini gallery was uploaded every week of completed pieces. Theses galleries are still ongoing, with two Art groups showing their work both in Coldingham, Scotland and Highweek, Devon. You can see these and all our work on;

Sea Sparkle – Art and Adventures by the Sea

Cards and prints of my originals were created over time of all the new Artwork, building up a vast collection of printed products. Initially these were sold at craft fairs and in a few galleries, but after months of very patient building a website from scratch, it is a pleasure to announce we now have an online shop, selling our vast range of cards and prints.

lizatthebeachhutshop

Between all this, a huge house move took place, merging two homes, a bunch of daft animals and an epic journey from our homes in the Scottish Borders, all the way down to the warmth of Devon; in the hope of a creative, slightly less cruelly painful climate for arthritic joints.

Nothing worthwhile is ever easy. There were inevitable and then ridiculous delays, we stayed in tiny cramped chalets with too many pets, while the house we fell in love with kept looking further from our grip. Snail mail kept us sane and a semblance of normality was upheld with a rigid Art routine once more, with ongoing Art themes and galleries. We got to be tourists in our temporary town, but were so desperate to be residents in a place we called home. I missed the friends I’d yet to meet as well as those we’d left behind.

Finally moving into our home was wonderful and overwhelming ! Was this really ours? I think we had grown so used to waiting , it was difficult to just be. But the house and garden needed a lot of t.l.c. and over the next few months, a rainbow of paint and wallpaper, decoupage and planting transformed each corner of the house, and garden; as well as the not so exciting building work and practical jobs. The ground revealed it’s secrets throughout each season. A year has now passed and we now have more of a sense of the house and how she works.

And all these months, my Artwork and business has been a little bit on the back burner, whilst we created our home and recently bought a new puppy into the house! Boxes of prints and cards have littered the spare room and been tripped over endlessly.

On arrival, my studio in the garden, was created in a big old shed, next to the garage. Potentially, this was a wonderful room and great for making a mess. Art materials, books, projects for classes- this was the ideal space to get organised. However, the damp wasn’t so good for Artwork, and several paintings have been lost to mould. The reeves are home to nesting birds and the floors to spiders.

So, last Autumn, superhero Allan began the monumental task of building and putting together my new studio. Like a giant Ikea flatpack with a million pieces, he laboured for weeks hammering and sawing, endlessly having to contact the suppliers with product problems.

With a little help from Pete!

While juggling the house chores, a not very straightforward teenager, a playful and leaking puppy, and still attempting to stay creative: whilst not getting paint on the carpet ! I have to admit to gazing wistfully at the project slowly being built, and probably grinding my teeth more than usual.

But time does pass, things do change, puppies get less leaky, and exciting things happen like the channels being dug for the electricity in the studio. And a floor being put in, and a decking being made. I was finally able to get my garden paints out and colour the outside walls and box things up inside the house.

And slowly, a building started taking shape.

I painted furniture discovered in the local recycling centre

Until it actually became real.

One day, after the building had belonged to builders, the laps of Gods and their tools, it belonged to me. Chairs and storage were delivered, the walls and dusty furniture began to be transformed. Days and days spent working on layers of paint inside and outside the new space creating it’s character and mood.

Before the huge task began to organise all the stock and where it might fit!.

Into a calm and spacious cool studio

There is a wonderful sense of achievement stepping inside this room. Not only have we created a warm, dry space which is calm and welcoming, and somewhere to see what all that has been achieved; but it is also a testimony to patience and faith. Thankyou to Allan for his boundless commitment to the build, and his time and energy in making this happen.