I painted a watercolour sketch last weekend. “Hmm,” you’re thinking, “well, good for you.” And, yes, actually it was good for me. Because this is the first time in two years or more that I’ve sat down and put pen – or brush – to paper with creative intent. It […]
Read the rest...My garden is full of the sound of wings. The solid buzz of bees and bumbles, the softer drone of hoverflies and other small flyers, the barely-there flap of a butterfly and, of course, the soft flutter of feathered flight around the feeders. This is the sound of fairy wings, […]
Read the rest...I lost my mum in February. February is a crappy month in my family. My dad died on 3 February twenty-one years ago. My grandad died on 14 February six years before that. And this year, mum died on 11 February. So, along with the slow dragging-out of the dirty, […]
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