I’m going to Cornwall this summer. I’ve never been, and I’m excited. I’ve got a google map with loads of places saved on it already. With any luck, I’ll get to swim in the sea, which is a joy, always. Continue reading “Daphne du Maurier, or, finding out what I’ve been missing”
I was listening to Cat Power on my way to work, the perfect soundtrack to a gross rainy morning. Continue reading “A weirdly vivid memory”
I’m a terrible birdwatcher.
It is not stupid to think that birds might play, and here from the clifftop it has always looked as if that is what the fulmars were doing: the endless, repeated turns, first on one great circle and then another, skaters outlining discs on the ice, stiff-winged, patient, waiting for the long rotation to take its form, a series of geometries, as if the birds were cutting shapes through the paper of the air.
The air doesn’t always comply. Now and then a strange lack of certainty runs through a fulmar, even as it makes these Euclidean digrams beneath you, a whole-body hesitation, coughing in mid-flight, when it shudders and disassembles, all sleekness gone and all purpose paused, as if waiting for the data stream to resume, which it then does, and the long effortless gestures, milking energy from the wind, continue from one end of the ballroom to the other.
It’s taken me a while to write this, to turn something huge into words that make sense. I think I’ve done an ok job of it.
Lately, I have not been in a good place. Continue reading “Self care is a walk in the park”
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.
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”
A field guide to the small & significant. Continue reading “Birds Art Life Death: – Kyo Maclear”