An abstracted composition of some limpets in a rock pool which was based around a beach in Devon I visited with my family on holiday. My children were spending time fascinated with all these little microcosms. Time seemed to stop as we spent it investigating each one on a freezing grey August afternoon in their summer holidays. It reminded me of my own experiences as a child when I would spend hours smelling flowers digging holes or making rose petal perfumes. Later I found the poem titled The Rock Pools by Edward Shanks and it spoke to me.