Staying with Devon Granny in the holidays had one particular upside – breakfast! Continue reading
Driving eastwards last night the magnificent perigee moon rose ahead of me beaming serenely in the indigo night sky, as though there’d been no torrents, storms and bluster during the day.
The house directly opposite the short-cut path to the station has a chrome yellow front door; it matches the ‘up-and-over’ of the garage and on the drive sits a modest canary coloured car. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about William Blake’s idea that the natural home we build for ourselves is constructed of friendship rather than bricks and mortar. I like it. Continue reading
I’ve often entertained the grandiose dream of being invited to decorate those vast membranes that are wrapped around buildings under construction – just to perk things up a bit; Continue reading
This tangle of yarn made me think about the inside of my head. Continue reading