The Important Thing About Valentine’s Day….

We were discussing Valentine’s Day with some friends at the weekend – one of whom insisted that no-one over the age of 25 celebrates it anymore. And she’s probably not wrong.  It seems like something people with more time – and no children – get to enjoy. When R and I first met – about ten…

Art for the Soul

Art for therapy isn’t a new concept – it’s been used for decades to help people examine psychological and emotional issues in a way that feels safe, organic and natural. Because things like drawing, painting, collage and colouring are repetitive and creative by nature, they allow us to work at something on a simple level that employs …

Autumn Life

It was so beautiful yesterday when we went exploring around the village, and beyond, that I couldn’t stop taking photos… It’s taken us a while to be able to go for long walks – we haven’t seemed to be able to work out a solution to us wanting an off-road, ‘proper’ walk through the woods…

Christening the Boys

Two vintage white gowns, two twin boys, one big sister, seven wonderful godparents, five doting grandparents, siblings, friends, family,  a surprisingly sunny afternoon, 15 bottles of prosecco, one poached salmon, three roast chickens, 15 meters of hessian bunting, and a church service to remember…. We christened the boys at the weekend. It was such a…

In the Frame

Taking family photos…. The idea of getting professional baby photos done has always seemed a bit cheesy to me. I am proud of our little babies, but the thought of putting them in a cabbage with an oversized bow on their heads and their arms neatly crossed seemed faintly ridiculous. Equally, the weeks post-birth are…

In defence of Instagram…

Little squares of light in the dark… I am never more glued to my phone than when I have a newborn baby. Breastfeeding constantly means long periods of enforced sitting with only one hand to spare, as well as minimal brain capacity and an inability to concentrate for more than a few moments at a…

The Republic of Motherhood

A dear friend sent me this poem a few days ago, and I wanted to share it with you. Written by poet Liz Berry, The Republic of Motherhood, recently published in Granta, is a beautifully-crafted vision of the realities of motherhood, in all its searing painful, euphoric beauty. With perfect precision she covers the simplicity…

Hopeless Hiatus

There is nothing worse than a blog you follow going on an unannounced hiatus. Ahem. *Hangs head in shame*  I can only claim temporary insanity –  pregnant with twins etc etc, many hormones, the pressures of moving house, with a toddler, while pregnant with twins (did I mention that?), and trying to fit in two…

Mouse Hunt

Searching for a little mouse in a beautiful wilderness… We are lucky enough to have the most incredibly creative, imaginative and playful activity group locally called Playcircle, whose drop-in play sessions, story sessions, seasonal parties, and now even a mini summer festival, are filled with glorious singing, music, songs, crafts and activities. Run by lovely mummies…