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Mr Christmas lives in Balmain. Not many people know that. Some people think Santa lives at the North Pole, but those of you who follow this blog – and who … Continue reading
Paying for blackberries
I bought a punnet of blackberries in the supermarket this week, and anyone who grew up in the country knows how wrong that is. Blackberries should be picked, not paid … Continue reading
It rained
There are plenty of people who live in a city whose hearts are really in the country, like me. We notice every scrap of green, tune out white noise, avoid … Continue reading
Is anyone there?
Spiders have taken up residence in my studio, claiming every corner and colonising every crack in the windowsill. Their messy webs stretch across the dusty space, bearing numerous small insects … Continue reading
Bumper crop
It’s my birthday. Woo hoo! I feel like Tigger, excitement verging on hysteria, not because of my birthday so much (but still, Happy Birthday to me-e!) but because I’ve pledged … Continue reading
Of hips and hoar frost
Winter waited until the day we left to put in an appearance, whitening hedgerows and roof tiles, freezing ponds and coating cars with a thick layer of frost that had … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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