Sunset on summer…

The seasons, they are a changin’… Sometimes, after another miserable grey English day, I think about sacking it all in and moving somewhere permanently sunshiney. California. Provence. Bali. Who cares? And then, the seasons change, and I remember why I love living England so damn much. It’s not for our winters or our summers, because, let’s be honest,…

Sing me a song….

Every mother I have spoken to since I started this baby  journey can always pinpoint certain songs or albums that were around when they were pregnant. There’s something about that time before your baby is born where so many things crystallise and things you took for granted become more meaningful. It’s probably hormones, but I expect it’s also…

Beautiful Blackberries…

Unmistakeable signs of the season… Yesterday afternoon, in the gorgeous, fading early autumn light we headed out for a bit of a walk. Munchkin relished the chance to have a toddle around, and we loved picking fresh wild blackberries from the hedgerow and eating them straight from our hands, our fingers all black and sticky…