Before the bridge was built we used to cross the river by ferry from South Wales on our way to Devon to see grandparents, now I drive over the second crossing regularly to study and to visit my own grandchildren. I have long collected ‘stuff’ in relation to the river and the two bridges, maps, jottings, photographs, poetry, and books. Now I’m working with it all to see what emerges.

This has prompted conversation with friends about the rivers and the bridges that are part of their lives. People have stories of regular and less usual journeys, of family occasions, of times of contemplation, of places to walk and to watch, and stories of frustrations and expense.

For me this crossing has been associated with so many things over the years, holidays, fraught journeys as a small child in the back of the car, homecoming, engineering awe, long queues either for the ferry or the tolls, feeling close to the weather and the tide.

I’m still playing with ideas and images and different ways of working.