This is the time of year for trees. Thomas Hardy’s novel ‘Under the Greenwood Tree’ begins on a dark Christmas eve night, Continue reading
I have a lot of faith in the corner of my eye. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
“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….