On New Year’s Day, I left Sweden with a one-way ticket to Edinburgh and a promise to slow down. Volunteering at a castle, then illustrating another children’s book, I followed one clue to the next on a four-month journey through fields and forests, along streams and coastlines, over bogs and waves, up hills and mountain paths, into concert halls and forgotten alleys. I met a jumble of characters; a storyteller, a poet, a path-maker, a rewilder. A woman who stopped me on a rainy street to read my mind. A tree that held me when the world moved too fast. While most moments were captured only by heart, I carried a notebook and a camera, uncovering fragments of a story along the way. I have put my blog on hold to write it. Until I return, here are some visual memories from my journey.