Towards the end of my epic year spent travelling in Australia in 2013, the guy I had been travelling with and I went our separate ways. A couple moved into the shared dorm-room in Sydney that we’d been living in at the time. Their names were Tamarin and Pete, and they were just at the beginning of their travelling adventure. We did…
The closer we get to November, the colder and darker the mornings are becoming. I’m not sure why that surprises me – after all, it happens every year. Maybe it’s just that I’ve been enjoying the unexpected late October sunshine so much that a part of me simply hoped it would continue on right the…
LEGOLAND Windsor was very much something we had planned to do during the summer holidays as a treat for the girls. (Well, I say the girls. It was most definitely a treat for the husband too who is the biggest kid I know and was desperate to see the Lego Star Wars stuff!). His days off from work…
A year ago, at the beginning of October 2015, I walked in to my first yoga class full to the brim with nervous trepidation. Two or three other people were already there, sitting comfortably on their mats. They each greeted me with a gentle smile. The teacher, Claire, welcomed me warmly and I sat, cross-legged, with tense shoulders and shallow…
It’s halfway through October and we are well and truly into Autumn now. I’ve said it so many times recently but I’m going to say it again anyway – I don’t know where the time is going. I blink and it feels like whole weeks have disappeared without me realising. I’ve been meaning to write…
“We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated out of our souls. Churched out. Spanked out. Washed out and…
As a child, I wasn’t really all that adventurous. I preferred reading books, drawing and writing stories to going off into the wilderness exploring. My Mum and Stepdad and I would go out for walks on a Sunday (the deer park on Stanmore Common was my favourite), or head to a garden centre, but that…
September is my most favourite month of the year. And yet somehow today is already the first of October and I feel like I’ve quite literally blinked and missed it. I treat September as my New Year, far more than I do January. I don’t do Spring-cleaning. Instead I have what I call ‘Autumn clear-outs’. I…
I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do share. I created this blog as a way of documenting…
Confession: I found these summer holidays hard. I felt like I’d been at my most shoutiest for a long time. The littlest one tentatively asked me on one particularly bad day: “Mummy, why are you so angry today?”. Cue instant guilt and feeling like I’d been punched in the stomach. I hadn’t been angry had I? …