Each winter I fall a little bit out of love with the House with the Blue Door, apart from the odd quick visit over December. January and February it loses its appeal in the cold weather and the eternal sogginess, when the decking becomes lethally slippery and the lawn sits under an inch of water. … Continue reading A return to the beach
"Pack your rucksack, we're going on an adventure," I said to the small boy last night. Okay, a spontaneously booked train trip to Saltaire in Yorkshire may not be the most obvious child-friendly entertainment to spring on a child in half-term, but I figured it was worth the risk. I'd heard a lot about Saltaire … Continue reading Spontaneity refreshes the brain
More than years ago when I was away at university I would travel backwards and forwards from my hometown and where I lived during term time with all my possessions in the the boot of a small hatchback. I would pack everything into three blue plastic boxes at home and unload them an hour and a … Continue reading How did I end up with this much stuff?
With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. SYLVIA EARLE. This quote could explain why when we go down to the beach near the House with the Blue Door I embrace the liminal space of the beach with the tide washing over it. It was during an … Continue reading Connected to the sea
This is the bloom of a birthday girl rose, printed and overlaid with a handwritten beautiful quote I came across the other day. Roses as people, when I started to think about the concept, it seemed that plants as people or reminders of people was apt for my garden. The rose in this image was … Continue reading I would like my roses to meet you…