Our senses so strongly hold onto memories, and I love it. Having just come back from the South West, I am always amazed at how I relax when we come off the A roads down windy lanes...the smell of the sun soaked ground, grass, animals (yes even manure) just makes me feel calmer. My first … Continue reading Devouring memories

Put your foot in front of the other, get to the edge, noone cares that you haven't shaved your legs and don't even think about your bikini line...noone else does (kinda sad but true). Breathe in and out, don't slip on the steps, get out of the shallows quickly because you are not entirely sure … Continue reading inhabit your space

'And how are you doing? How is your mental health?' (Wish I looked this put together...picture by Gemma Correll) It was the last question asked by the Health Visitor a few weeks ago, she was calling to do the 1 year check up for our youngest. I replied with the predictable 'yeah I'm fine, tired … Continue reading Not being consumed by fear

I have been scrubbing the bottom of a pan for a few hours. I think its given me a wrist strain...is there such a a thing as pan scrubbing wrist, like tennis elbow? It was penance for believing I could be productive one evening in lockdown. I was trying to watch church online, write a … Continue reading the challenge of (re)productivity

Lately I have been thinking a lot about roots and legacy. I feel nostalgia has become a must have accessory to me, like cherry lip balm and hubba bubba in my jeans pocket in the 90s. Maybe it is in part that feeling that you need to know where you've come from, to help get … Continue reading I have not lost ground with where I come from…

Obviously right now its survival, staying at home with our little family and keeping our heads. But Corona (which just makes me think of that Whoopi film 'Caorina, Corrina-which, and I acknowledge that I am digressing but that film has caused me to believe I can change traffic lights by blowing at them??!!) has got … Continue reading What exactly is my plan?

Not the King, or the Queen (Is Carole the Queen?) but the Tiger.* I have the yellowing teeth and whiskers, but my general hair care is not as high a standard as this cat! I feel like I want to rip apart something or growl-both not socially acceptable, not that that matters at this time- … Continue reading I am the Tiger

I am surprised I haven't written a blog in so long, mainly because we are in lockdown and we as a family have been self isolating for over a week now. It's that weird situation where I have had nothing but time, but just entertaining our toddler and keeping her and the baby alive seems … Continue reading For such a time as this

Last weekend, I emerged from Clevedon Sea Pool looking similar to that of a character from Baywatch...or do I mean Springwatch when they are observing the Sea lions? As I bounded out of the water, my body dripping and blue...not dissimilar to a time at Uni when I ran out of body paint for a … Continue reading Someone plunge me in cold water already!