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”
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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”
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
Summer Solstice Although I’m not a fan of summer, the summer solstice – the turning from spring to summer – has always awakened something akin to spiritual within me. Ten years ago, Lovely Hubby and I went to Stonehenge. The weather was cloudy and the sun was not expected to show; we didn’t see aContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”
Jesamine, Molly, and me
Dipping a toe in the water What to do when you’re restless and don’t know where you belong? What to do when you know the ache in the very deepest part of your heart will never heal? What to do when you don’t fit in your old life – you’ve changed and people don’t knowContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”
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