During the first lockdown, following in the footsteps of Sheila Hicks and her beautiful weave “Promeneur”, I made small weaves recording my daily walk. Some recorded real walks, others imagined, and some were walks I was looking forward to returning to. These weaves and their stories were posted daily on Instagram. This is a small sample of the 50 walking weaves I made over 50 days.
Zig Zagging to avoid people on the street 
An imagined walk in Seasalter, Kent 
April, the cruelest month. Desire Lines Empty streets and empty buses Weaving in and out of the trees Imagining a walk in Seasalter A hard pavement walk through empty streets in Wimbledon. A reminder of “ghost town” by the Specials 
An imagined walk, remembering Bariloche, Argentina Thinking of Mum Hope springs eternal up the hill to Cannizarro Park.The hotel is closed and empty a borrowed walk after reading “Touch” by Sarah Salway
