It's the most wonderful time of the year! Hurrah! I ADORE Christmas and everything about it. I love getting drunk on hot spicy beverages. I love the cheek-warming fug of central heating and scratchy manmade fibre-d Christmas jumpers. I love all those terrible, dated Christmas songs, tinny and muffled with horribly-ageing lyrics. It was a ‘different time’ … Continue reading Gold, frankincense and magazine Christmas gift guides….
Since moving to Kew Gardens last year, a fair portion of my life has been spent on the rattly, elegant and idiosyncratic District line. Here is my love letter to- in my opinion - the best of all the London Underground railways. Firstly, the District line is most definitely a railway, rather than a tube. Most … Continue reading The line of beauty
Many of London's great landmarks are easy to love. The architecture is straightforward, quite obviously attractive, easy to photograph and aesthetically pleasing without question. The Barbican is a place that my eyes aren't quite sure what to do with. I find it truly fascinating and it's one of my favourite spots in London. I love the … Continue reading The hanging gardens of Barbican
One of my favourite things about buying vintage is that every piece has a story attached. Sometimes this story is based in fact - when an item's history and era are known by the seller - and sometimes I make up a wild history myself. I just love that each piece has lived its own … Continue reading The loveliness of vintage labels
Tucked away in a leafy corner behind a pair of Victorian wrought-iron gates lies Kew Gardens Tropical Nursery. It’s a hot, misty place, filled with intriguing and bizarre wonders of the natural world, from the world’s largest flower to the tiniest lily. The Nursery is where Kew do research, conservation work, and look after rare … Continue reading The secret wonders of Kew Gardens Tropical Nursery…
I had high hopes for our balcony when I started gardening in September last year. I saw our modest concrete enclosure through rose, tulip and poppy-tinted spectacles. It would become an urban jungle, I thought, filled with hanging baskets brimming with trailing ivy and big, beaming flowers, birds and bees making the glorious space their home. It would … Continue reading Misadventures with a wildflower window box
When summer arrives, I'm never usually completely satisfied. I have romantic visions of sunny parks brimming with flowers, barbecues and pimms. FRISBEE. The sickly sweet smell of suncream. Maybe even the chance to venture outside without a coat on. I forget the reality. Skin prickled with goosebumps, the sun staying stubbornly tucked under a cloud. The feeling … Continue reading Now playing// Soundtrack to a grey sky summer