Some York, but mostly London.
If you've been reading my blogs for a while, you may have seen me write about this before (sorry to repeat myself). This time of year I can't help but note the date and think back. After three years it's habitual. Berlin, my brother's wedding, then my husband and I…
Spring sounds
A small slice of the quotidian: Today, the last day of a long weekend, is quiet and lazy. Through the open balcony door there's the sound of faraway cars, and the occasional curl of wind that's promisingly un-chilling. On the other side of the wall I hear my neighbour belting out…
It’s summer.
The air bites and stings. I wrap my face in my scarf and tuck my head down against the wind. But later, inside, the sun burns in through the windows like summer. And I’ve been wishing for summer lately, despite myself, despite my nature. I don’t remember the humidity, the…
My writing space.
I'm a morning writer. The earlier, the better. Before the world has really woken up, and while it's still quiet and slowly brightening outside. When there are only a few lights on in the building across the street, curtains left open and lamps left on. Hearing the small sounds of…