Field Notes is the record of a territory in full colour: a book of words and artworks that capture a year spent on foot in the Lincolnshire landscape. It is about topography and time. Chalk and flint and marsh. The coming and going of the sea, Neolithic farmers and the razzle-dazzle of weary coastal towns. It is as much about the ghost of a mammoth as it is the scream of a jet fighter, heading east. Each image is a still from a film - a film that is under constant production inside Maxim Peter Griffin's skull. Griffin's art is about taking somewhere and looking at it over and over so that with each looking it becomes strange and new. As well as being a testament to the isolated beauty of Lincolnshire itself, Field Notes is an extraordinary account of what it is like to be present in, to fully inhabit, a place.

It's raining inside Mr Punch's head. His bedroom curtains are red rags. Judy is somewhere out at sea, on a ship with hand-shaped sails. Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside! There's one wife for you! What a precious darling creature! She go to fetch our child. Mr Punch fears Jack Ketch's gibbet. It casts long shadows across his dreams. The noose is the law's reptilian eye. Enjoy James Knight's junk poem and Maxim Peter Griffin's unsettling colour illustrations, in a book that will take you inside Mr Punch's hollow skull.