Not long ago, my husband and I were discussing food, thinking through weekend meals. I suggested a chickeny something for the Saturday night. My husband agreed that this was a safe bet for the whole family, before remembering that I rarely eat meat nowadays. He said, “You’ve become a vegetarian really, haven’t you?”. Except for … More Labels, chorizo and falling off the wagon.
I am happy to see the sun today, even though it blinds me as I peer down a village lane and find it staring straight back. Its watery light makes the road shimmer and turns all the edges black. Later, my face feels the sun’s warmth for a few precious moments when I happen to … More Welcome, Winter Solstice
Christmas is nigh. A snug-lit festival in winter’s darkest month: steaming mince pies and red-nosed jumpers, clove-warm mulled wine and pigs in blankets. It’s a brimful of hygge on the 25th. All wrapped up with family and friends (whether you like them or not). But for as many as 1.4 million people in the UK … More Brimful of Hygge
Monday afternoon – mind heavy with worries and work. A glance up from my computer as I chew things over, and I see Shadow Flower playing with the light. She comes into focus and I throw off my thoughts. She draws me out to see the sun. Just a short and sweet spell, but it … More Shadow flower on a Monday afternoon
A humble potato – not much to look at – meets a cupful of thyme. The pair realises that times are changing, and so they are. (Scissors, a peeler and a knife are introduced, in a very respectful way). Butter is melted and brought on board, and garlic has a small say too. Sliced, stacked … More The humble potato story
There’s nothing quite like a summer fruits PYO farm. Our local one is Stonepitts and we visit on a roasting hot summer’s afternoon. Nestled near the North Downs, we are in a pretty spot. I teach my son how to find the best berries where no-one else has bothered to look. We slow to a steady … More Slowing down at Stonepitts.
I live a quiet life: minding the house and garden, managing moods (including my own, if I’m honest), and dealing with downpours. My husband and two youngest sons are in Portugal. They send photos of sun, sea and sand, along with a daily sprig of flowers. Which is thoughtful. For various reasons I have stayed … More Today is today, mañana is mañana
An old man stopped right by my husband and asked him a question. My husband was stretching post-run, in the way runners like to do, but trying to be discreet, in a little side lane. “Do you know what this used to be?” the old man asked, pointing to the building my husband was leaning … More Window history
There is nothing, zilch, nada left in the tank. I have hit a wall of fatigue (no big reason for it beyond a 24 hour period of intense parenting). So I surrender with a slump on the sofa and join my two youngest kids who are watching tv. I reach for my laptop and try to … More Brick wall