day 822: RIP Maurice Sendak. Where the Wild Things Are is a favourite book in this house......we frequently roar our terrible...

day 821: every now and then A. and i chat about moving to the countryside, buying a big rambling house, getting our huge dining r...

day 820: it was a long weekend in London and we spent part of it down in Somerset. beautiful fields of yellow, amazing,...

day 816: my last post from Dungeness but since it was one of our main activities (besides flying kites and eating) i had to includ...

day 815: i've had this camisole in my cupboard for ages with broken straps and a small tear in the front. i thought that i wou...

day 814: i'm constantly drawn back to black, white and green....okay, and butcher's brown paper....and rough st...

day 813: contrary to what this looks like, we didn't dress these girls together.......here they are taking their pet caterpill...

day 810: as  Living Architecture  describes it, Dungeness has a 'poetic' landscape........ ...

day 809: when you find friends that allow you to just be yourself (but hopefully a good ...