And see the rivers how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life to endless sleep!

I used to own a dingy and can still sail one if pushed, but I like the pleasure boats.

I want to paint big, bright, optimistic pictures of the place I love.

The majority of my work is from life. I spend most fine days from May to October painting outside.

St. Michaels Mount is a favourite place of mine; people will walk across to the Mount all day and assume they will be able to walk home. The spectacle of hundreds of people realising that the path they walked over on is disappearing under several feet of water is very amusing.

My father is a well known artist, Ted Dyer, who has been painting for many years. Our work is very different, but growing up surrounded by paintings, paints, easels and art books does have an effect.

In some parts of the world there is very little tidal movement.