
The cotton quilt that made the bed feel like a room again
For most of the winter the bed was a heap of practical things. A duvet we were not ready to…


For most of the winter the bed was a heap of practical things. A duvet we were not ready to…

There is a small stretch of path that runs from our back door down to the garden. Uneven flagstones, a…

I have a small, old-fashioned habit when I cook. I like to watch things. Not constantly, not fussing, just passing…

There was a stretch of a year when my kitchen counter looked like an appliance graveyard. A blender I had…

I did not realise how much time I spent standing in one place until my lower back started telling me.

The third lunch bag came home with half a satsuma smeared into its inside wall. I sat at the kitchen…