The Golden Hours

So, here’s a bit of last year’s news. Another tiny victory – and if you’ve been following my blog for a while or even since forever, you know that writing successes, no matter how small, don’t happen very often and when they do, I celebrate. Look at my smug, happy face: You’ll also know, that

My summer solstice in three pictures

My summer solstice. Well, here we go… while in Stonehenge, others danced barefoot around the standing stones in billowing vintage dresses and with a garland of wild flowers in their hair, chanting incantations to whom it may concern…. I was wrapped up to the gunnels in my thick winter cardigan, watching two snails race on