This sat in my drafts for ages and I’m not sure why, but here you go.
It’s been a busy summer – a fortnight in the Lake District, a couple of days in Brittany, some volunteering, building an office with my pals (power tools!), going bouldering, helping Lauren move house, going to a wedding, seeing my niblings, going to Pride for the first time… I read some books, not as many as I expected to, but some. I fell in a bog in the Lake District, which was hilarious at the time but became rapidly less-so as I realised I’d actually done some damage, resulting in two days off work, a lot of painkillers, multiple trips to my amazing osteopath, and walking like a duck. I’m on the mend, but it’s shaken me. My mood has plummetted over the last week or so and refused to lift, especially when I then dropped my phone in the toilet and was furious with myself about it, on top of everything else. I’ve had to cancel plans and miss out on things I wanted to do, and all this has coincided with the weather shifting from summer to autumn. I have not been in a good place.
The primal force of the sun shapes the environment. With the wind and the sand it bakes and cleanses all signs of decay. There is no cleansing by water. The rivers flow beneath the earth, and rain falls too rarely. Continue reading “The Road From Coorain – Jill Ker Conway”
A person never forgets the landscape of their childhood.
“You’re going to think me crazy. I want to make a memory machine. I believe it’s possible. Everyone is capable of time travel for a minute or so by running up and down the scales of their memories. But what if you could capture those memories like a film? Then they could be played again in the four dimensions of space.”
“I see what you’re driving at. A place where time wouldn’t have the same hold over us.”
Hello friends! Over half term, I went on holiday on my own to Scotland, and it was an absolute delight. Here’s what I got up to. Continue reading “Adventurebabe”
I read an article on the Guardian website which has made me absolutely furious. I can’t stop thinking about it, even though it’s been a few weeks. I wasn’t surprised to be so angry, I expected it, but I also expected that anger to pass. It hasn’t. The article, What I’m really thinking: the childless friend, is all about how annoying it is to hear about a friend’s problems as a parent. I’m not going to link to it, because I think it’s trash, but it’s not hard to find. Continue reading “What I’m really thinking: the childless friend – a response to a trash article”
Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some.
A field guide to the small & significant. Continue reading “Birds Art Life Death: – Kyo Maclear”
Anything that was ever worth knowing began with once upon a time. Continue reading “The Essex Serpent – Sarah Perry”