Agatha Valemoor
Mysterious silver fox matriarch
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Mysterious silver fox matriarch
Dramatic snack seller
Polite frog tailor
Tiny hedgehog apothecary
Sleepy rabbit baker
Village sign painter
Folklore keeper
Cheeky field mouse troublemaker
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One of the loveliest parts of building Pebblemere has been seeing the artwork transformed into real products through StrichSuite's print-on-demand service.
Printing illustrated work can be surprisingly tricky, especially when you want to keep soft textures, subtle colours and all the tiny little details intact. The team at StrichSuite have spent a huge amount of time refining their printing process so the artwork reproduces beautifully across different products.
I've loved seeing Pebblemere slowly appear on mugs, prints and clothing, especially because so much care goes into making sure the finished pieces look as close to the original artwork as possible.
It still feels slightly surreal seeing little drawings from my sketchbooks become things people can hold, wear and enjoy in their everyday lives.
Sketchbook thoughts
I have a terrible habit of drawing details that most people probably never even see.
There are handwritten notes tucked onto noticeboards, tiny fish-shaped weather vanes, faded shop labels, and sometimes entire little background stories hidden in windows. I add them anyway because they make Pebblemere feel alive to me.
I think illustration becomes magical when a picture rewards you for looking closer. The longer you stare at a scene, the more you discover. That's how my favourite childhood books felt, and I suppose I'm always trying to recreate that feeling.
So if you ever spot something strange hiding in a Pebblemere illustration, chances are it was absolutely intentional.
From the village lanes
The moment the weather turns colder, Pebblemere somehow feels more real to me.
Autumn is when the town becomes all glowing windows, foggy mornings and oversized scarves. I love painting warm lantern light against dark evenings, or adding little curls of chimney smoke drifting across the harbour.
Most of my ideas arrive during long walks when the air smells like rain and fallen leaves. I'll come home with cold hands, make tea, and immediately start sketching whatever strange little character appeared in my head halfway through the walk.
I think that cosy feeling sits at the heart of everything I create. Pebblemere has always been less about adventure and more about comfort, quiet moments, and finding magic in ordinary places.