My great vice in this life is tea. I usually drink around twelve cups a day, but it can far exceed this. A cup of tea is the perfect punctuation throughout the day, and all the stresses and anxieties floating around in your head can be released for five minutes while you enjoy the ritual of making and drinking it.

So the next logical step seemed to be to use tea as a painting medium. Here is an image of Tranmer House, where I once lived. Not great or particularly sophisticated, but I quite like it. It feels to me like the setting of an MR James ghost story.