Governors Island
I kind of knew that going to Governors Island on opening weekend when the weather is 27 degrees would be a mistake – and it kind of was and it kind of wasn't. It was mobbed, there were rented-bicycle...
View ArticleThe Last Few Days in New York
Before I got there, I thought I would arrive in New York and feel just as comfortable with it as if it were London. In reality, it took at least three weeks for that to properly happen. Those first...
View ArticleThe Baking of Eggs
I think I'm posting this partly just to remind myself just how amazing Eggs in Pots are, and to stop my brain from picturing them as miserable, grey 1970s-cookbook fare. Baking eggs is so satisfying,...
View ArticleHaul
Nothing signifies quite how different New York and Bristol are to me the way my new umbrella does. It's funny really, as when it rained in NY, I huddled under a ridiculously tiny umbrella all month –...
View ArticleWimbly
I'm always careful who I admit my obsession with Wimbledon to. Mainly because it's such a shamefully serious one. It started with school summer holidays, when there were only four television channels...
View ArticleTelegram
I've often seen people talking about getting to a point every so often where they feel 'blog-lost', and while I only do a post once a week (at best!), that has never actually happened to me before,...
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In May I went to New York hoping to learn some things: about the world, about myself, about life in general. Lofty goals, probably, but in fact I did learn things. They may be self-evident to some (in...
View ArticleSummer On/Summer Off
Summer in England is pretty fickle. It's not like summer in Scotland, when, if it happens at all, its more of a special treat – a bonus that you get if you've behaved for the rest of the year. In...
View ArticleQuiet
Given its title, it seems strange that this book should have jumped out at me the way it did. But sometimes you only notice the things you want to notice, like when you learn something new and then you...
View ArticleKino
There are few places in Bristol that feel like they're not in Bristol (which is a city escapism that I quite like). Cafe Kino is one of them – for me, it could be New York, or London, or maybe even...
View ArticleFig
Lots of things come to mind when I consider figs. First is one of my mother's many hilarious go-to phrases in response to 11-year-old protests of mine about unimportant things ('Siubhan, I couldn't...
View ArticleAutumn in High Places
I've felt totally disconnected from everything Internet lately: a combination of hearing too many murmurings about Instagram and the death of the blog, doing a lot of very uninspiring work, and the...
View ArticleBroguing Again
One of the unexpected highlights of keeping a blog such as this one is that it often provides a very accurate picture of just how long things last. At the moment I'm looking for some...
View ArticleAntidote
I hadn't actually noticed this before, at least not to such a degree, but this year, November has arrived and brought the Christmas floodgates crashing down with it. Come November 1 and Christmas trees...
View ArticleOn birthday cake
Boarding school birthdays were always the very worst, if I remember correctly – I think the six birthdays I spent there have all gathered together in my mind and made me rather dislike birthdays in...
View ArticleHints of sun to come
There's something about these clementines that seems so out of place in snowy January.Outside it is a snowy slushy mess (England does not handle snow well) but here are the colours of the hot summer...
View ArticleBread
I live with someone who is allergic to yeast. This is a relatively recent discovery, a mystery solved through long trial and error that now feels like the scientific breakthrough of the century....
View ArticleThe Pressure of Lending
I am not sure about the sentiment, but it is still a nice way to sign a book, I think.Much as I like the inscription though, and much as I want to underline and copy out clever paragraph upon clever...
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Quietly, without really mentioning it to anyone, last month I left Bristol and moved to London. A friend of mine said: 'You never were a simple village girl, you know'. I hope he's right. There's...
View ArticleRopewalk
I have a funny little list in my head of things I've learned about moving to London that I might share here at some stage, in manner of Here is What I Learned in New York City. One of those things is...
View ArticleOnly In England
Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.as Camille Pissarro would say. More than anything else, that was the quotation I was most reminded of at 'Only...
View ArticleNunhead
One of the first book projects I ever worked on was a huge bulky hardback (weighing in at an impressive 1kg, no less), featuring a profile of every single one of London's many cemeteries. It was an...
View ArticlePastificio Mansi
I feel like this post is the internet equivalent of the From Plot to Plate movement – from Giffin Square Food Fair at Deptford Market to my blog in under 4 hours... I could probably quite happily eat...
View ArticleRain
As I left the house, in the sunshine, I did briefly consider unlocking the door again and going back for my umbrella. But I didn't. At the end of Sarah Lyall's New York Timespiece last week about her...
View ArticleStart Again
This feels like such an unusual thing to do, where once it was such a usual thing to do... It's been very quiet around here lately, I know. Blame it on 2013 being the death of the blog (though I'm...
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