Blog, Minimalism


Observe. A teeny, tiny crocus has reared its head in the garden under the birch tree. Poking through the snow, adjacent to a singular snowdrop, the bright yellow bud looks almost fluorescent in the palate of ice whites, muted greys and browns that accompany bad weather here in the UK. It’s as if my eyes… Read More Observe


All good things

  All good things.  My house, my heart. Stone, wildlife, fields, nature, peace. Open skies and long views. Foxes. Deer. Birdsong. A place I felt safe. A place we made our own, and lived with nature and hoped and dreamed. But no more. Last week a building contractor started to build 312 houses on our… Read More All good things