There was a night, a couple of months ago, when Dom and I were talking about the logistics of him taking a job in the East Midlands. We really didn’t know how it was going to work – commuting to my job in London would cost more than rent; and I doubted I’d ever find creative work in the wilds of Northamptonshire. ItContinue reading “10 July”
Category Archives: Life
Finally
Well hello there. Long time no see. Every day for the past month or so I’ve woken up and vowed to write a new blog post. Yes, I tell myself, today will be the day. But then the evening swings around, and there’s a glass of wine in my hand and an old X-Files episodeContinue reading “Finally”
Letters to Santa Lucia
In Verona, children don’t leave letters by the fireplace for Father Christmas, but for Santa Lucia – the patron saint of the blind. She visits on the 12th December with gifts for the good, coal for the bad, and for the nosy, a fistful of ash thrown in the eyes. The girl I look afterContinue reading “Letters to Santa Lucia”
Verona
It was a good weekend. On Friday evening we walked from Chinatown to London Bridge, along the Southbank and through the dimly lit streets of Borough. I drank in October London in all of its damp, heady glory, knowing that when I come back it will be muffled by the gloom of January. But even now,Continue reading “Verona”
Blogging, blogging, blogging
Dear readers, today we’re going to take some time to stop, recount, and think about this blog for a little while. I apologise in advance, but I’m in need of some blog counselling. You see, there’s nothing in this world I enjoy more than pouring myself a coffee, putting a record on, and writing. NotContinue reading “Blogging, blogging, blogging”
A new table
I’ve moved! I’m living in a flat with working heating, a clean kitchen and – thank god – no leaky radiators. There’s a balcony and a globe bar (that’s actually stocked with alcohol!) And at the centre of this contentment is a table. A table with tulips and scattered with kirby grips and pens, where IContinue reading “A new table”
No one who cooks, cooks alone
I am not a natural born historian. My historical understanding is blurred with sentiment and my specialisms are limited to feasting, fasting (and a little crusading). I’m really just a natural born glutton with a History degree. At the moment I’m reading Home Cooking by the late Laurie Colwin. It’s possibly one of the bestContinue reading “No one who cooks, cooks alone”
Notes on the Suffolk Sky
Standing atop a sand dune; beyond me the sky flows and ripples and swells like water. Golden slicks of light are underline bruised clouds – they jostle amongst the blue and rival the drama of the sea. Southwold’s lighthouse flickers against grey. Sizewell’s power plant is lit with October sun. Suffolk’s sky gives us everything that theContinue reading “Notes on the Suffolk Sky”
To The Table – A new blogging venture
It’s almost five years ago that I started writing this blog. There was no real reason for it, apart from having a place to talk about gap year adventuring. If you make the ill-advised decision to skip to those early few months, you’ll see that, for a seventeen-year-old, I had an unusual appetite for Italy. LookingContinue reading “To The Table – A new blogging venture”
An Uncertain Freedom
It was an uninspiring paper on The Crusades that saw the eclipse of my student status. I stepped out of the exam hall, onto Tottenham Court Road – the sun shining, everybody a little sticky and tired – and it was all over. We were suddenly free from revision and dissertation and weeks of being unnaturallyContinue reading “An Uncertain Freedom”
To The Table 