If only my photo could convey – the sound of my boots brushing the grass, the slosh of tea in my flask, birdsong, the sound of my heart beating in my ears after the last steep push to the top, the breeze pushing its way through the Scots pines reminiscent of surf, stillness, the warmth […]
Comments Off on With My Camera Phone Continue Reading...So, September arrived didn’t it? Those misty, dewy mornings. Those statement dawns, red and fiery. They have always been there through the year of course but their timing starts to coincide with me getting up, so I see them out of my open landing window. They catch my breath and I pause to take it […]
Comments Off on Change Continue Reading...Here I am at the Welsh/English Border at Knighton in Shropshire. There is blue sky, green fields and the mewing of a bird of prey. The water is starting to boil in the camp kettle and the teabag is waiting in the cup. I am blissfully alone for a couple of days so there is […]
Comments Off on A Woman, A Tent & Her Bike Continue Reading...What a relief when I get in the car and shut the door. The wind noise instantly falls and the constant buffering ceases. I don’t realise the muscles in my face are bunched around my eyes until I can finally relax them. The car feels very contained, almost claustrophobic. My subtler senses are turned up, […]
Comments Off on A Trip To The Seaside Continue Reading...After a full day cleaning and painting on a project on one of those hot June days, I arrived home and opened the car door to find that half a 2 litre tin of emulsion had spilled onto the back seat. It had spread over two seats, oozed between them, into the seatbelt mechanism and […]
Comments Off on (Don’t) Cry Over Spilt Paint Continue Reading...Somebody sent me a great meme: “Beyond excited to announce that I’m giving up! I’m so grateful for this opportunity and can’t wait to see where this decision takes me.” Indeed, giving up can feel so good!I want to give up people pleasing and do what makes me healthy instead. I want to give up […]
Comments Off on Giving Up Continue Reading...Ypres has a bit of toy town about it. After being completely flattened apart from a dozen or so buildings in WW1 it was rebuilt through the twenties onwards. It has that reclaimed look – reused bricks, fresh mortar. Old building materials but youthful building work. Perfect corners, perfect mortar, perfectly replicated. It determinedly recaptures […]
Comments Off on Rebuilding Continue Reading...You may be surprised at who else is awake at 4am. You may not know why you are awake, you just are. If you have already been asleep but from this point onwards you can’t get back to sleep it even has a name, terminal insomnia. There are plenty of reasons why we wake: a […]
Comments Off on Community Continue Reading...There’s nothing that feels quite as invincible as wearing wellies. I can stride out with confidence through mud sloshy or sticky, through puddles flat or deep. It won’t matter, I won’t get wet. Teamed with a quality pair of socks there’s not much to hold me back. I can get stuck in down the allotment […]
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