I was raised on a diet of homemade cake & gingerbeer. Not literally, you understand, but of the literary sort – hours spent gorging on books by Enid Blyton and Arthur Ransome. The Famous Five, Swallows & Amazons. A head full of island adventures in rolling British countryside, even as my body lay in quiet,
Europe, I love you. I love Venice in October when the sun is low over the cold lagoon. I love the fantasyof living over Shakespeare Co, earning my keep by selling dusty old books in the morning light of the Marais. I’ve been to the States and loved it, but Europe is something magical, and it’s
Europe, I love you. I love Venice in October when the sun is low over the cold lagoon. I love the fantasyof living over Shakespeare Co, earning my keep by selling dusty old books in the morning light of the Marais. I’ve been to the States and loved it, but Europe is something magical, and it’s
Knepp Wildland Project is a rewilding project near the South coast of England. I was invited down as part of Canopy & Stars CSCollective, which I’ll explain a bit more about in a moment. But first, I need to tell you about this place. If you’re not familiar with rewilding, here’s the wikipedia definition: Rewilding
I have this thing with ruins; always have, ever since I was a little girl. The most mundane and domestic building becomes suddenly enchanting once it falls into disrepair. Take off the roof, rip out the windows and let nature get her way – you’re in fairytale territory in a matter of years. Yorkshire is
What do you mean it’s April?! Somehow, despite acknowledging April fools day & escaping unscathed, it still didn’t register that this meant March was entirely over. Better hurry up and write this post! (Click the pictures above for full size) ONE. Every year our little village enters (and wins) a ‘village in bloom’ competition – usually
A funny thing about my life/job these days is that I’m frequently called upon to make regular trips to London. “Regular trips to London” is a phrase that sounds incredibly casual, but in my head it’s still kind of a big deal – not least because I have convinced myself that I am the imminent
For a few years, I was on the hunt for love graffiti. Not ‘graffiti art’, not the obvious stuff to photograph – just the hastily scrawled, hormone-driven declarations of emotion that wind up on phone boxes, toilet walls & in the shadows of bridges & doorways. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I relate. I
At the start of the month we visited Barcelona, albeit very briefly, for my elder sister’s wedding. Because of R’s job in education, and because I point-blank refuse to spend time with my family without my backup team around, we flew out on the morning of the wedding & had to head back after only a day-and-a-half.