We’re in the White Peak and it feels lighter and looks more like classic English countryside than the Dark Peak, which feels darker, richer and bleak. The Dark Peak’s sublime aspect comes easily and quickly in the winter, whereas the sublimity of the White Peak is careful and sometimes hidden.

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Originally appeared in Like The Wind issue 39. Reproduced with kind permission. Original text by Imogen.

A children’s book that I illustrated, but didn’t write.

At 4.30am on race day, Bethlehem is enveloped in another prayer, at exactly the same volume, which pulls us all from our dreams. We don’t need to be up that early and the beds are comfortable and warm. I wasn’t nervous when I went to sleep, but I am now and my low-level anxiety blooms.