It’s morning. Josef the cat stretches out his slim black legs to shake off sleep and then twists and twirls and pirouettes around my feet. In my small kitchen he purrs, yowls, stretches again and reaches up with his sharp claws onto the cutlery drawer until he hears his bowl being filled with food. Josef … Continue reading
A tiny doll’s dress on a mini- mannequin is all it takes for me to recall the kind of frock which I wore as a child. In an instant I can feel the crisp, flower- printed cotton against my skin and the warm sun on my once, little girl legs. Such tender memories from so … Continue reading
” Very soon after, there are Frogs everywhere. Big ones, patterned ones, tiny ones, all popping their heads out of the water whilst the Newts do little back- flips up and down and in and out of the muddy water” I have help in the garden today; an old fashioned Devonian gardener who has offered a … Continue reading
Dartmoor Flower Shed 