Wait, does this mean it’s nearly November? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised as I’m writing this next to the fire, lamp already switched on at 3:55pm, evening fog descending outside. They keep saying it’s going to be a ‘really bad winter’, which actually means a brilliant winter in my book. Sledge & mittens at
Living
stay | an invitation
Do you ever wish you could just escape? It’s a pull I’ve felt my whole life, I think – the temptation to just up sticks & run for the hills. For years I kept a bag half-packed for when the urges hit; some hotel miniature toiletries, a change of clothes, an empty notebook and thick,