Clapham Wood is a place I've visited many times in the spring, when the whole place is covered in bluebells. I remember going there with my mum when I was a child and she always took a trowel to dig up primroses and a trug to carry them home. That's probably illegal now. The wood has gained a reputation for ghostly apparitions, Satanic rituals, UFO sightings and disappearing animals. There are also links to a series of murders in the 1970s and one of the victims was a retired

Low tide reveals big ragged flints, smooth little pebbles, lumps of chalk, sculptural hag stones and worm casts, all strewn across the ridges and rivulets in the wet sand. Taking close-up shots allowed me to create pleasing arrangements, the possibilities were endless and I got a bit carried away. Tomorrow, after two tides have come and gone, everything will have shifted and nothing will be exactly the same.

I consider the sea off Worthing as my little bit of the English Channel. Sometimes it's a clear and beautiful aqua-green colour, sometimes deep blue and sometimes it looks like sludge. It all depends on the weather, tides and light, which constantly change. Underneath the waves is a hidden world of marine wildlife, a kelp forest and a reef of chalky rocks called the Worthing Lumps.

I love visiting gardens and there are some places not too far from Worthing where you can enjoy amazing examples of garden design, beautiful flowers and the wildlife that such places attract: the Sussex Prairie Garden near Henfield, Highdown, the Collector Earl's garden at Arundel Castle, Charleston Farmhouse and Sissinghurst.

I left my home town to study for a degree in Art History at Middlesex University, at the Trent Park campus just north of High Barnet. After graduating, I lived in various places in north London: New Barnet, Muswell Hill, Harringay and Highgate. Then I went north west to Willesden Green and west to Ealing before moving south of the river: Stockwell, Herne Hill, Peckham and finally East Dulwich. There was a sculpture by Barbara Hepworth in Dulwich Park: Two Forms (Divided Circl

In December 2009 I spent some time in Talywern, a remote hamlet in Mid Wales. The journey from London was long, with multiple changes of trains, and I got stuck for ages at Shrewsbury because the train from Aberystwyth was delayed due to bad weather. The journey took all day but it was a worthwhile trip: there was snow everywhere and I felt like I'd stepped into Narnia.

Timber groynes are designed to control the movement of sand and pebbles parallel to the shore line by wave action, known as longshore drift, and to deflect nearshore tidal currents. When I was a kid, sun bathing on the beach at the end of our road, my sisters and I called these wooden structures breakwaters, we didn't know about longshore drift, they were just part of our landscape.

The Grade II listed mansion at Sedgwick Park in Nuthurst near Horsham dates from the seventeenth century and it's surrounded by glorious gardens. There are formal areas with clipped yew hedges and neoclassical scuptures, a Cedar of Lebanon, a wilderness, a water garden called The White Sea, an outdoor swimming pool and a turf labyrinth with a fine view of the South Downs.

Rust is an iron oxide formed by the reaction of iron and oxygen in the presence of moisture. Given sufficient time, any iron mass in the presence of water and oxygen could eventually convert entirely to rust. If salt is present, for example in seawater or salt spray, iron tends to rust more quickly, and you can see the natural process taking place on the nuts and bolts of the timber groynes along Worthing beach.

Mass-produced utilitarian timber groynes constructed for sea defence on Worthing beaches have been transformed into an amazing variety of beautiful sculptural forms by the forces of nature. Erosion by weather and water, perhaps 20 years in the making. I see them when I walk on the beach and they amaze me. Sooner or later, they will disappear.

The beach smells of rotting seaweed and dead fish. Flies buzz. A crow picks over the pebbles, looking for rubbish to eat. The amusement arcade is noisy and it smells of adolescent boys and dirty coins and candy floss. Just like funfairs. They make me feel sick. And I don’t like being drunk in the afternoon. Go back to the B&B for a nap. Later, look for a pub with a beer garden. The pier’s all lit up, and there are pretty coloured bulbs strung between the streetlights all alon