We have waved goodbye to 2018 and stepped across the threshold into a brand new shiny year. Welcome 2019. New Year is usually a time for reflection on the past year and looking ahead (as the name January, derived from Janus the two faced God suggests), setting out where we’d like to be at the end of another 365 days. To be honest, I’m still trying to work out what 2019 should and will mean for me. But I know that my starting point is to focus on my comfort zone.
Or more accurately escaping my comfort zone, that sweet sticky trap in which we …
He is nothing if not stoic, brooding on his watch tower like a mottled tawny and brown drowned rat, tail feathers scraggly forlorn and drooping down, raindrops dripping off the ends. His head turns and he looks straight down at me before swooping off silently over the fields beyond the road side hedgerow. This is how December has greeted us too; swooping and silent. And somewhat schizophrenically with dismal mornings of endless rain giving way to glorious afternoons of blue skies and long shadows and back to evenings of gales and streams of rain. I yearn for a properly cold spell.
When was the last time you wrote a letter? Not a thank you or a birthday/christmas card, but a letter just for its own sake, to write to a friend you haven’t seen for a while for instance? Or to a pen pal, if such a thing still exists?
My friends and I used to write letters over the holidays, at the weekend, in-between classes when we hadn’t seen each other for a few minutes. They were full of pictures and cartoons, our secret code words, …
There is a Swiss proverb which is particularly apt to this post; ‘Avoid those who don’t like bread and children.’ We recently had both in abundance in a classroom above one of my favourite Cotswold bakeries. As a little pre-back to school get together a friend had organised a cookery lesson at Hobbs House Bakery in Chipping Sodbury for 10 children.
With our hands washed and aprons on, we perched on stools around the table. The flour hit the table top with a soft flumff and in swift …
July is all about the birthdays in our household, and this year there was a biggie. We planned to be in Cornwall for the birthday celebrations – we love it so much and is such a special place to my husband and his friends. Plus, for once, the weather was on our side for the clearest and warmest of July nights. Utterly magical.
We decided not to do the big bash thing, but invited 8 good friends to join us for dinner with a difference. Whilst both my husband and I enjoy cooking we wanted a night off to enjoy the company of those who …