Oh hey, remember that time I got married? It was a year ago, to be precise – and if you’d asked me then I’d never have believed it would take me a whole 12 months to get around to writing about it. Even now, I’m not sure why it did. Because I wanted to hold it
No, not a handy guide for the new orange leader of the free world – though Lord knows he could probably use it. One of the most common questions I get about my interiors, other than ‘where is your bed from?’ (It was custom-built in the house before we bought it, I’m afraid. I just
…and not a pumpkin spice latte in sight! ? 1. Go scrumping. Ok, you don’t have to actually steal them, but in the absence of any pick your own apple orchards anywhere within West Yorkshire (or any with a web presence, at least), I’m resorting to picking fruit from trees of dubious ownership. 2. Make
A dried thistle flower. She hands it to me, sniffling, drying her eyes from some head-bang or dog lick, and tells me in a small voice, ‘it is a hedgehog’. And it is! It has two eyes and a nose, and my heart turns to mush at the prickly little treasure she has brought back from her
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,
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
These are the days that we came here for. When the sun warms our bedroom at the top of the house while the dawn chorus works itself up to an orchestral cacophony. And we dig out the sun cream from the dusty recess of the bathroom cabinet, noting the changes to tiny pudgy hands and
Thank f*ck it’s spring. I mean really, winter. Don’t let the door hit you, etc etc. Is it just me? I don’t even feel like this winter was especially long, but it’s slowly started gnawing at my soul. I generally quite like the colder weather; I’m a big fan of the snow & log fires
I don’t want a wedding. Ok, that’s not entirely true – I want a big party, I always want cake, & I’m thrilled to be officially teaming up with R for life. That stuff really appeals. I guess what I really mean is, I don’t want a conventional wedding. I don’t want chair covers and