Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.

The British climate, although it is very wet, it is quite mild in winter. We don't get these severe - generally don't get severe winters.

We leave our presence in the pavement. We're walking over it, sitting on steps.

The things that I make are that which a person will make. They're not meant to mimic nature. They are nothing but the result of a hand of a person.

For me looking, touching, material, place and form are all inseparable from the resulting work. It is difficult to say where one stops and another begins. Place is found by walking, direction determined by weather and season. I take the opportunity each day offers: if it is snowing, I work in snow, at leaf-fall it will be leaves; a blown over tree becomes a source of twigs and branches.

My art recognizes the human place, the human context - especially in Britain, which is a landscape so worked by people for thousands of years, written, deeply ingrained with the presence of people.

You must have something new in a landscape as well as something old, something that's dying and something that's being born.