• on magazines

    When I was 17, I stopped reading magazines. It was an easy decision, really – not paying Β£6 a month for a glossy, floppy book of generic advertising and thinly-veiled criticism. In many ways it was too late; the damage has been done. Lacking in role models I’d accepted the words too easily, believing them

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  • a little tour

    So grateful to call this amazing Dream House ours for a lifetime. A few of my favourite reasons… the front If you have eyes you should be able to see why. Our front door has a big rough-cut old key and above it, under the creeper, you can just make out the old lettering from

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  • trees & sky {100 stories}

    Go out walking the dog together one Sunday. Early spring; sun warm, trees bare. Talk about something, nothing. Feel sure, quite suddenly; he’s lying to you. Hear him laugh at first, then protest his innocence, but still know. Like a bloodhound catching the faintest trace of a scent, you know there is something to know.

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