The bath

My favourite kind of gardening day? Full on physical, big stuff, Earth moving. The kind of day that makes you ache a bit, but in a way that is satisfying, does that make sense? That was today. What better end than to sit in the summer house with a very large G&T and some nibbles, […]


The torment begins with tea for one. No conversation, no plans for the day ahead. Silence. The space beside me mirrors the emptiness inside. Reminders are constant throughout the day, no warning. Tearful ambushes. The clean and silent kitchen is eerily disturbing, no longer a friendly place. Cooking is of little interest, eating a chore. […]