English Summer

Today is the last official day of summer holidays and what a lovely time I have had. The sun has been shining, the days have been warm and the evenings long. I have spent time with loved ones, danced the night away under the stars, eaten a crop of home grown berries, built a new wardrobe, enjoyed evenings in London and swung in the hammock. The new greenhouse is filled with beautiful green sprouts and cuttings, the garden make-over is completed, my shed is clean and tidy and ready for the next round of creative endeavours. Just as a summer ought to be…work starts in earnest next week.

Blooming geraniums in my new greenhouse.

Striking rosemary cuttings for a new mini-hedge in front of the shed.

The 2014 red current crop.

Richard relaxing.

Richard building the new raised vegetable bed from Australian jarrah sleepers (not so relaxing).

Standon Calling Festival, Hertfordshire.

A well deserved gin & tonic.

Chuck D and Flavor Flav hip hip hip at Standon Calling Festival.

Ron and Richard at Downham Market Cricket Club.

Ryoji Ikeda, Spectra, London.

Moths in the light, Ryoji Ikeda, Spectra, London.

Super Raspberry at Woody’s Cafe. Perfect.

Retro Knitting Caddy

The past week has been a time for the arrival of new things in my world, new felted slippers (on order since December), a newly completed front tooth (2 years in the making or 20 depending on the version of events one chooses) and this beautiful little sewing caddy (recently shipped in from Germany). When I first encountered these retro sewing boxes on ebay it was love at first sight. I watched a few sell for outrageous prices and then managed to to get this very lovely one without going to auction. Opening its little drawers and deciding where my knitting tools should live is very pleasing and an evening of knitting on the sofa has taken on a whole new level of fun. A delightfully stylish and practical addition to our home.


Awoke this morning to a snowy message of love. Richard had drawn a love heart in the snow for me to see when I opened the blinds. What a treasure he is. It has now been covered with another 2 inches of the most beautiful puffy snow. We are snuggled down with the Chappee (our 1940’s enamel stove) for an afternoon of Christmas craft and wrapping.


I have just returned home from the most glorious weekend camping and swimming in Dorset. The sky was blue, the sun was shinning, the air was warm and the sea was clear, cold and beautiful. I am sun-drenched and lovely this evening. This is how I remember summer should feel. So good.


Last night Richard and I went and lit lanterns in the field and watched them drift down the valley until we couldn’t see them any more. It was beautiful, a clear cold evening with very little breeze. A welcoming for the new season and a letting go of all that needed letting go of. We felt lucky and grateful to be there.