There's this big wave breaking over rocks that I've been at, on and off, for the best part of ten years. Not the same block, obviously, I'm not that married to a piece of lino. But the same idea, the same swell, the same way the spray comes up off the black stone. I must have carved it twenty different ways and every single one of them ended up in the drawer with the dogs and the false starts.

Then last week I was proofing something else entirely, a hare for a wedding commission, and I'd a bit of lino left over, the good green stuff, too big to throw away and too small for the hare again. So I just started in on it. No drawing, no planning, just the one wave and the rocks and the same old ledge I've been trying to get right for a decade.

And it just... came. The pull of it, the weight of the water, all in. Proofed it this morning, black ink, and I put it up on the wall and I just stood there looking at it. Not crying or anything dramatic, but close enough. Ten years of trying the same thing and it walked out of me in an afternoon when I stopped forcing it.

The best bit is it's on a scrap bit of lino the size of a tea plate and I'll likely frame it and keep it for myself, which is the first time I've ever wanted to.

Anyway. Off to the post office with the hare. Sure look, that's the way of it.