I started this post last week at my in-laws house in the UK. Jet lag meant I was up at 5:30 in the morning. The H went for a walk, the in-laws were still asleep so I went downstairs with my cup of tea to write and to enjoy the peace and not so quiet. … Continue reading O Home, where art thou?
This post comes to you live and direct from Pony Camp. It's summer here in India, the schools are on holiday and where I ride is awash with pony campers. There have been week long camps running since March and they'll continue till June. Also, on FaceBook a friend posted that she would be taking … Continue reading No ponies, no camping
I had to go back to the UK unexpectedly last week. Poking around my old room at Mum's, looking for something to read, I found the poetry anthology I'd studied for A level English. In it was a poem by R.S Thomas which I'd been trying to find for ages. A while ago Poetry Chum … Continue reading Remembering Poetry
Why do rainy days provoke nostalgia? Rainy days take me back to Sunday evenings in winter when I was little. Being at home in London, when it rained all day and you couldn't go out. The morning and afternoon were bearable - a film, a book, some Lego, but by evening the Monday anxiety had … Continue reading Nostalgia