Sunday With Tulips

I had all kinds of walking and photographing planned for today, this Sunday of my birthday and so the kind of day that asks to be celebrated. Which in the event it has been, but not by very much going outside. I did get out early on to buy some bread but on the way […]

“Are You Somebody?”

I’m all grown up now. Walking abroad this January Saturday “in a shower of all my days”. As all grown up as I will probably ever be, which is enough for me. Happy walking about here in my own skin, on this day before a birthday. It certainly isn’t “my thirtieth year to heaven” as […]

Spring is here: A journal

Saturday, early afternoon. Tired is tired. Tired is a Saturday morning when my alarm wasn’t set and I didn’t wake up until it was nearly Saturday afternoon. Woken only by Sarah opening the curtains and saying ‘It won’t be long until the light starts to go.’ I must have been tired. So, food for the […]

One Day in Three Places

This first day of  December, one day in three places, began wet but not quite raining as I left the house to go to Granby. After many years as one of my main working places Granby is now purely social for me, though no less loved. On the first Saturday of most months I go […]

“When I didn’t know what sadness was”

‘When I didn’t know what sadness was, I could afford to be sad.’ Eighty five pages into my current novel, ‘The Seven Sisters’ by Margaret Drabble, that sentence turned up, made me put the book down and go off into a memory of a time I too decided ‘I could afford to be sad.’ ✹ […]

I’m Not Reading Enough: A Confession

I’m not reading enough. Early on a Friday evening I’m sat here at home in the room where I mostly write these blog posts, writing happily. Joni Mitchell’s singing over in the corner. I’d call it ‘in the background’ except it isn’t. Joni’s singing good and loud: ‘The guy at the gas pumps he’s got […]