29th October, 2023 This week I went to a talk by Dr Twigs Way held by Clare Horticultural Society. It was the first time I’ve been to an event by this group as I don’t really consider faffing around in my tiny garden as horticulture and my knowledge of plants is limited. I enjoy potteringContinue reading
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22nd October, 2023 It’s been two years since I moved into my cottage. We moved into our family home when the children were six and five and stayed there for twenty-five years. So this move was huge in so many ways. I was worried that our family home was filled with so many memories thatContinue reading
5th October, 2023 When I look back over the last few years, I can that when Tim died the colour drained from life and I began to live in black and white. It was safe. Colour heightens emotions; colour is joy. A greyscale life doesn’t ask for much. A greyscale life seeks the shadows andContinue reading
9th September, 2023 Earlier this year I celebrated my sixtieth birthday. I don’t like lots of fuss and my emotions approaching this birthday were decidedly mixed. As much as I don’t like to be the centre of attention, I do love a birthday and age has never mattered to me. But this year, in theContinue reading
10th December, 2022 The last few weeks have been filled with lovely writerly things. I’ve been working with a mentor for an anthology that Lincoln University is putting together. It’s fairly lengthy and is inspired by a piece of old family history. It’s been a joy to research and write. It’s with the editing teamContinue reading
13th November 2022 It’s Remembrance Sunday today and last night I watched the Festival of Remembrance televised live from the Royal Albert Hall. It’s not the sort of thing I’d usually watch but I dozed off earlier and when I woke, there it was. It was incredibly moving but the strange thing is that TimContinue reading
The end of the road
Well, we’ve gone our separate ways. Jesamine has returned to lovely Campervan James. Our threesome has returned to a twosome. And while I feel I should be sad, to be honest, I feel relief. I loved being on the road with Jesamine and Molly, but I had to call the AA a few times andContinue reading “The end of the road”
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”
Jesamine, Molly, and me
Foraging… for a Lloyd Loom chair Whitstable, Kent I’ve been decorating my family room – a room at the back of the house that opens up onto the garden. I sit here a lot to read and watch the birds. I plan my trips and listen to the radio. On some evenings I browse throughContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”
On the road again….but just for foraging Travel restrictions are still in place and like most people, my itchy feet are itching like crazy – the end of lockdown is so close I can almost taste it. I’d hoped to do some traveling around the UK this summer but it’s looking unlikely as I thinkContinue reading
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