<p>Awash with shining white light, Clare Haley’s <em>Always Head North</em> brims with the splendour of the Yorkshire Dales. In the distance we may see traces of the passing storm, as the sky remains bruised and ominous beyond the brilliant haze. The flourishing grasslands could almost be mistaken for an undulating ocean, were it not for their rich, earthen tones and textures.</p>
