❤❤ hope you like jamming too

jewel red:

soft set:

where's the buttered toast?

⨸ hedgerow forage

we're lucky to have spaces to explore:

places of natural beauty:

wild grasses and flowers:

blossoms becoming fruit:

beautiful berries for us to pick:

plump black jewels:

food for free:

♢♦ what's your flavour?

a box of chocolates with a difference:

strange tastes:

I've already eaten the fried onion, 

lavender, tomato+basil+olive ones:

yes, they really did taste of that!

shock-o-latier:

✪ small gifts

it's the simple things that make me smile:

those that think of me:

and bring me hooks from far away places:

and vegetables grown in their garden:

thank you lovely ladies:

^_^

☂ rain rain go away

dampened spirits lifted by a delivery:

delicious Beard Papa's in a bright yellow box:

yummy choux puffs to bring a bit of sunshine to our day:

♥ blowoutthecandlesandmakeawish

seems we've done nothing but eat cake lately:

with good reason:

birthdays!

for Libbie's we went to Summer Sunday

at Chalkwell Hall:

1940's inspired tea rooms in collaboration with the artist 

Tanya Day Falco:

waitresses in Lyons dress:

gramophone music and wartime newspapers:

we drank tea and ate cake on the verandah {amanda}:

overlooking the park and estuary glimpses:

we played Pick-up-Sticks:

the girls and their Papa, made tissue flowers

to be part of an installation for Village Green:

lucky to avoid a summer shower:

happy birthday August babies:

☐ windows to the soul

ghosts of old:

pass reflections:

holding a mirror:

faded layers:

blue skies move into an elaborate frame:

☼ come together

while in France I was fortunate to finally meet my 

friend Suzie:

she insisted we stay at her house:

the only payment accepted being

teabags and marmite:

Suzie and I had not actually met in real life:

our mutual love of film cameras, Radiohead, 

Andrew Graham Dixon & a huge list of appreciations,

brought us together over the world wide web:

she took us to her favourite places and spaces:

we snapped, thrifted, talked, picnic'd, laughed, chatted:

young girls talked fashion, giggled and painted nails:

big girls drank rose and swang on the swingy seat:

thank you for sharing your days with us:

can't wait for you to do the same over here:

and indeed, god bless the internet!

✭ market day

one day we went to market at 

Esperaza:

beautiful houses on the River Aude:

the streets below filled with stalls:

crepes et Nutella for Libbie:

café for me:

it felt strange being in busy streets:

spice aromas:

bright colours:

pianola music accompanying bustling people

as they browsed, and shopped

and filled their baskets:

wish we had the same here:

☮ the best meal of the day

morning rituals brought together in the kitchen:

every family preparing their breakfasts:

like a silent ballet,

each person moving around the other:

fresh bread everyday

loving baked by Joseph: 

in his grandfathers tins

a sour dough mix of flours and grains:

family bakers from the 16th to the 21st century:

turn the wheel to slice:

homemade jam, quark, goats cheese:

topping yoghurt with muesli and peach:

the smell of coffee, fresh fruit, rose tea:

cluttering cutlery:

greetings of good morning:

I ❤ a communal kitchen:

☯ open to the new

for ten days

for the first time in my life

I slept under canvas:

tree shadows from the sun

and the moon:

nestled in a forest by the Pyrenees:

cicadas sing and birds call:

fireflies light meandering pathways:

owls hoot by night:

after breakfast

the sound of a conch horn

calls us up the hill

for yoga:

our pilgrimage:

as I breathe in the forest air

I gaze up at the blue sky:

these views from my red yoga mat:

when I journeyed up the winding road 

from En Durou

to Viveka:

to be continued ....

¿? natures mystery

what seeds are these?

I love their fan shape and white tips:

they were under my feet as I walked past the church:

can't help wondering what they would grow into:

▪□▫ talent

an old and very dear friend has consistently

produced beautiful works:

modestly making

commissions & projects:

at last he has some new works:

Paul Siggins is an amazing mosaic artist:

slate, gold and white:

cracked lines:

gold glints:

symmetry:

pink, brown, pale:

triangular and marble-like:

channels of smooth turquoise

with ridges of stone:

like an ancient map of Inca temples:

the play of light and shadow:

texture and simplicity:

wantwantwant:

⌘ returns

my friend Ali didn't need this and 'gave' 

it to me to use:

we lost touch:

years went by:

over 15 of them:

then we found each other again:

recently:

and I returned her green fan:

and she gave me these:

from her late Aunt:

love the curly font:

I love it when someone switches the 

'pause' 

button off and we continue to 'play':