Winter in May is a silent film split across three vertical screens and echoes the vertical tryptic found on a flag, each vertical represents my immediate family: my two sons and my husband. It is a study by a mother of her children walking in the landscapes of Britain and New Zealand, the country they associate with their childhood, and the country as a family we are getting to know. The steps the children make on the landscape are tentative. They walk and they stumble, the temperature of the water they swim in is cold. They are playful, but the backdrop, unusual to the British eye, looks surreal. The silence of the study is disconcerting, and the viewer has sense of danger and feels the isolation of the children which is compounded by them being alone in the vast idyllic landscape.