I hoard my treasures and craft them into unusual jewellery in a not-so-usual studio either. This wooden cabin, originally built as a working shack for an oyster farmer, sits on the bank of a sea-water channel, along with many other colourful cabins, some still used by oyster farmers, some rented by artists and craftspeople. Sometimes the water comes right up to the doorstep, sometimes, if a depression occurs at the time of a spring tide, it just goes right through... so I take a break ;-)See the water line? My studio was flooded four times this winter. Lots of holidays. I love this place. When I open the door every morning I have this big smile on my face. And when I open the back door to let more light in, I see the bend in the channel and the other wooden cabins aglow with the morning sun. The long green one with the fishing net drying across the front. The twin blue ones with yellow doors.The squarish black one with its red door fading to pink in the sun. The green one in the next bend, leaning towards the water quite a bit. The very pale green ones across the channel from mine, their paint so flaky they are in fact a subtle mix of grey and green. The egrets walking their funny walk along the muddy banks while the work boats are away - the tide is not quite high yet, all the farmers are still out at sea on their oyster beds.When they come back their long flat boats will be heavy with stacks of black mesh bags, seaweed dangling from them, salt drying on the deck. I have a lot of respect and admiration for the oyster farmers around me, for they are a special bunch. They shape our landscape, they maintain the channels and the long, rectangular ponds that mirror the sky in the labyrinth of marshes that makes this island so beautiful. Working here is such a privilege sometimes I do not want to go home in the evening.