A new route from Shaugh Prior. Otto living his dream.
Category: Home Sweet Home
SIX.292: THURSDAY 15 SEPTEMBER 2022

Post Pistachio Party….
SIX.290: TUESDAY 13 SEPTEMBER 2022

Brain Food
SIX.277: WEDNESDAY 31 AUGUST 2022

No longer my MA study room……
SIX.52: TUESDAY 18 JANUARY 2022

New methods in making and baking my sourdough = lighter bread
SIX.50: SUNDAY 16 JANUARY 2022

Yogurt and apple for breakfast after the perfect study break…
FIVE/308: THURSDAY 30 SEPTEMBER 2021

Catching up with Kate
FIVE/280: THURSDAY 2 SEPTEMBER 2021

Stripping down to sand the floors
FIVE/248: SUNDAY 1 AUGUST 2021
FIVE/246: FRIDAY 30 JULY 2021

FIVE/239: FRIDAY 23 JULY 2021
Visiting
Playing
Growing
Making
FIVE/221: MONDAY 5 JULY 2021
Sourdough’s bubbling, glass is pouring, snails are doing it and the rain’s falling.
FIVE/192: SUNDAY 6 JUNE 2021
Such a lush day with the gang
FIVE/190: FRIDAY 4 JUNE 2021
My darling Otto in a meadow of flowers, a community workshop Jar Squad and a gift, Nowhere Inn.
FIVE/178: SUNDAY 23 MAY 2021

Taking it easy on a rainy Sunday
FIVE/177: SATURDAY 22 MAY 2021
A day of colour while walking and pottering at home.
Plastic I’ve collected from the beaches over the last year.
Radishes I’ve grown here from seeds from the farm.
FIVE/79: SATURDAY 13 FEBRUARY 2021

Seeded Sourdough
FIVE/39: SUNDAY 3 JANUARY 2021

Not-at-all-perfect homemade pasties
FIVE/36: THURSDAY 31 DECEMBER 2020
A day of many parts – a wobble that I was to be at home on my own for new year, a friend calling just at that moment, a gorgeous uplifting walk in the woods with friends (found 2020’s lost glasses) which ended in icy rain. Came home, got cosy and finished off the cards for my street by the fire to The Sound of Music. Mopped the floor while watching Point Break at about 11pm….(seemed fittingly odd for this year) and then the undercover delivering of cards saying “You’re a winner, not a sinner. (drawing of childlike flowers) Keep kicking ass in 2021″at 11.30pm…the street to myself sipping a bottle of baileys, kalua and milk and seeing some fireworks from a back garden. When I got home I heard fireworks going off so stood at my front door shouting HAPPY NEW YEEEEAR” with people shouting back and then saw the full (ish) moon so howled like a coyote at it for several minutes to the resounding “You go girl” from somewhere in the neighbourhood. Came in, danced for about 10 minutes to some live stream of minimal techno and house. Opened a present from a friend which was a tool box. Got my random array of tools out of the cupboard and put them in their new home. Then got into bed to watch Grease….fell asleep about 2.45am. It was a good and very different new years eve from all the rest….which was exceptional fitting for 2020.
FIVE/23: FRIDAY 18 DECEMBER 2020

A proper ‘stay-in-side’ kind of a day