Friday 25th Sept ’20- Diary.

Today, I am trying my best to have a duvet day. I emphasise "trying", as I can't adequately say how hard I find it to relax. Even if I seem calm, it's rare that I feel I truly am: there are always varying degrees of disquiet simmering beneath the skin, I so often feel that… Continue reading Friday 25th Sept ’20- Diary.

June

It's Backstreet Boys month!! The 4th- the scent of rain on verdance breathing through the window; overcast, grey, abundant green, a fresh, cool, earthy breeze The 5th- new resolve, kindling, slow; the bitter-yellow taste of the lemon slice left saturating in my water; the intense, mouth-watering green chilli and garlic scent of the Heck green… Continue reading June

April

The 2nd- A calm, rainy morning, muted white-grey; enjoying this sensory moment snuggled under the duvet The quilted trees, strikingly contrasted against grey skies The visual tasting-plate of painted leaves and embroidered blossoms Buds blinking, turning infant leaves The 4th- True to nature, so far; April showers The delicious aroma of raw red onions, mushrooms… Continue reading April

March

The 1st- seeing at least five people- separate from each other, within a short space of time, in various directions on our road- carrying flower bunches Fat, gnarled croissants, like witchy winklepickers A fat croissant with Bonne Maman strawberry jam Rediscovering the P.U.L.S.E version of 'Wish You Were Here' The 2nd and 3rd- grey rainy… Continue reading March

February

The 4th- night air, eight o'clock and post, still smelling cold, but with a scent of freshness, of something else; it smells like late-October, lightness and possibility, a definite lift of the heart The Seven Sisters, still and proud as ever, an anchor in the clear Winter sky The enchanting, dusty black-blue of blueberries The… Continue reading February

January

Breaking a two-and-a-bit-month period of seclusion (the 4th) Magic, bejewelled, slighty tart to the scent and taste blackcurrant jam Avian flightpaths- birds unidentified- as ordered, graceful, turbulent and chaotic as the sea The new Lush spa shop in town Small, candy-pink roses, petals as delicate as crafted from crepe paper The promise in January's light,… Continue reading January

Composed Upon A City Bus, 18:00-18:09. 

Tonight is the first time this Autumn that I have ventured out by myself after it has got dark. It is exactly six o'clock on Saturday the 19th of November 2016 and I am currently on the bus, a green twenty-two, on the way into town to meet baby. We have stalled, momentarily, at the… Continue reading Composed Upon A City Bus, 18:00-18:09. 

Reconnecting: A Diary.

I haven't blogged in over a month. As much as I hate using certain incarnations of that word, namely as a verb, an adjective or a noun, reasons for which involve the very digital, online-World-terminology nature of it making me squirm, not to mention the seemingly standardised, shared personality evoked of those who refer to… Continue reading Reconnecting: A Diary.