Pickle and Quetsch with Friends.
Looking at a desolate regatta ground under a grey sky, and smelling the roses on the way back.
Anna Alesandrovna Leporskaya
Concerning eyes, regatta bells, and blackberries .
An inspired midnight masterclass with Marina Warner and Sophie Herxheimer has restored my buoyancy after rather a grim week.
Picking flowers for my Mum’s birthday.
Eduardo Rodriguez Calzado – Family Tree
Exploring the gnarly roots and branches of the past.
A day off thinking about the shipwrecked project, and remembering mustard compresses instead.
Experimenting with time slots and biorhythms and writing projects.
Market and musing on a fourposter bed.
Hubris chastened under louring skies.