Many people have mentioned how strange time seems during this period of lockdown. I experience it as a paradox. Like a river with contradictory currents, it’s flowing slowly and quickly… read more →
I’ve always had a sense of the rhythms of the different days of the week – a kind of synaesthesia where Monday smells of laundry on the line, Saturday has… read more →
I love solitude but it’s strange to spend quite so much time alone. Thank goodness for the connectivity of modern life. Emails, online gatherings and the phone … as I… read more →
There’s an area of ancient woodland at the bottom of the back-to-back suburban gardens in our corner of Canterbury. It stretches along the side of a valley that’s part of… read more →
The half-way point of the year has passed. The longest day was celebrated at two labyrinths. The garden is starting to ‘go over’ partly because of the hot, dry, sunny… read more →
I can’t keep out of the garden. I am not a natural gardener – ‘gardening’ feels a bit domestic for my taste, all that taming and tidying, a bit like… read more →
It’s beautifully brrr in Kent at the moment – still freezing at 11am with bright blue skies. Last night, I went to hear Andy Miller (who is not Andrew Miller) speak… read more →
So much for the Christmas catch-up! The plan to blog on all the wonderful exhibitions, films, plays, walks, places, encounters, books, poetry readings, workshops, parties, concerts, gatherings, groups, insights, dreams,… read more →
5th Day of Christmas Catch-Up Blog Gertrude Stein famously said of Oakland that ‘there is no there there’. The opposite applies to Canterbury – there is so much there here… read more →
4th Day of Christmas Catch-Up Blog Another day, another piece of paper covered in my scribbled notes, this time from a workshop I attended at the Freud Museum with Salman… read more →