A work of life, love and memories
As I drive up the steep single-lane road that leads to Janet Ayliffe’s home and studio, I am aware that the views are spectacular, but I dare not take my eyes off the road as I may go over the steep embankment. What if someone is coming down while I go up? The ascent creates anticipation. Where am I going to end up? And how many times does this road wind up the hill before I can stop gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles?
Finally I’m at the the peak of the hill and there are three homes in front
