tree of life

This is the time of year for trees. Thomas Hardy’s novel ‘Under the Greenwood Tree’ begins on a dark Christmas eve night,

a sideways glance

I have a lot of faith in the corner of my eye.

sort by colour

Stepping into the Royal Academy‘s first room I gasped at the voluptuous deep scarlet  walls hung with sumptuously coloured paintings; it was such a thrill, a heady rush for me.

Cluck Cluck!

“Easter egg, darling?”….

A visit to that glorious yarn shop Loop in Islington gave me quite a start.

My knitting group friend from Palace Pins and I made our way there on Sunday….