Poor old girl’s lost her spark

Poor old Jesamine’s lost her spark. You’d think it would gradually fade away, perhaps with a gentle putter, like a candle’s wick burning to the end. Or she’d be slow to start, as if she needed to warm up her aching bones. It all sounds quite romantic. With just a little rest and the rightContinue reading “Poor old girl’s lost her spark”

Just Molly and me

Happy New Year! How to see the new year in is a conundrum this year. Thankfully, after ten days of self-isolation due to coming into contact with someone who tested positive for coronavirus, today I was free! Gosh, how I’ve missed my walking boots. I resisted temptation to jump straight in. Instead, I took MollyContinue reading “Just Molly and me”

Jesamine, Molly, and me

Heybridge Basin, Essex Deep into edits today, I realised I’d become stuck. All had been going well and suddenly a piece of dialogue just wouldn’t work. The conversation wasn’t sounding right – the characters weren’t doing as I wanted them to do. So I grabbed Molly’s lead and my camera, and we jumped into JesamineContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”

Just Molly and Me

Northey Island, Essex It’s been a while since I’ve been on an adventure. Since I got back from Happisburgh I’ve struggled with my mental health and although I can’t say I’m tickety-boo, at least I feel hopeful again. This is all part of grief, I’ve been told. There’s no rhyme nor reason to it. You’reContinue reading “Just Molly and Me”

Jesamine, Molly, and me

Happisburgh, Norfolk I went to Happisburgh simply because of the name. Intriguingly, it’s pronounced ‘Haze-bruh’ but I shall always pronounce it Happys-berg in my head. I stayed at Manor Caravan Park for two nights which was lovely. I had a view of the Grade I Listed church and the lighthouse, and the sea was justContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”

Jesamine, Molly, and me

Mersea Island, Essex After a night of insomnia I finally got up at 3.45am yesterday. The weather forecast was for rain and thunderstorms all day but I decided, on the spur of the moment, to take Jesamine and Molly to Mersea Island – just 40 minutes away. Now, I have spent a lifetime planning andContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”