grief – Jane Lomas

The good, the bad, and the mediocre My parents used to say that home is your sanctuary. As soon as you open the door and step into the outside world, it’s just a game of chance as to what you will find: it might be good, it might be bad, or even mediocre. But inContinue reading

Memory Lane

Recently I found myself driving down a lane where a memory was so strong that I had to stop the car, get out and just stand there. A little over six years ago it was unusual for me to leave the house alone. I’d become Tim’s carer and our weeks were punctuated by his manyContinue reading “Memory Lane”

When the earth is sliding…. just walk Weatherwise, it’s been a glorious weekend here in Suffolk. Warm temperatures and blue skies. Sticky mud drying out to hard ruts. Early morning fog has lain across fields like a heavy, damp blanket. But in the pockets of dispersal, I’ve glimpsed a fox slinking across the field, andContinue reading

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

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

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”

Batcombe Vale, Somerset

Jesamine, Jilly and me My travels are supposed to be about exploring the coastline of the British Isles but lockdown has put that on hold for a while. Lots of people are flocking to the coast and so Jilly (a friend I made in Shetland, who actually lives in Cornwall) and I decided to meetContinue reading “Batcombe Vale, Somerset”