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”
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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
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”
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”
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”
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