Fig
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 ArticleA bob is a decision
The attributes I admire in others are invariably the things that I am most deficient in: the ability to order in a restaurant and be understood first time, to self-motivate to go running in the cold,...
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 ArticleAsparagus
Lately, we realised that Ben is only ever really happy when he gets to cook things. This of course mystifies me completely, as I never really feel the need to cook anything at all, but all the same, we...
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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