As a young child, I grew up in Devon, on the edge of Dartmoor national park. Some of my earliest memories are of streams and moorland, woods and hollow trees. I sometimes feel as if that wildness became a part of who I am, of who I will always be. Over the Easter holidays, I took my own little family back with me to the same part of the world, where North Devon meets Cornwall, where wild countryside gives way to a dramatic coastline. We stayed on Berridon Farm with Canopy & Stars: a weekend of spring sunshine, rural bliss, and beach adventures. read more
I am documenting the year with monthly photographs of my kitchen table. Capturing the jumble that accumulates here, at the heart of the kitchen, is also a way to record some of the domestic stories of our family life.
I have just a few pages left to read of February’s Book, The Comet Seekers. It’s a truly lovely novel, haunting and original, its characters and narratives tied together by the comets in the skies. For March, I’ve chosen The Secret Lives of Colour, a fascinating book that I first came across in Daunt Books. This is one that I anticipate dipping in and out of, and I look forward to getting lost in its pages. Read on for the details of how The Year in Books works…
A February birthday is not an occasion for picnics or garden parties, even if I have sometimes wished that it could be. It’s a time for cosying in with those I love, feeling grateful that Spring is just around the corner. This year, for only the second time in memory, it snowed on my birthday. I awoke to the enthusiastic cries of three small boys desperate to open my curtains and show me those few gently swirling snowflakes. A snow day always feels special and a snow birthday doubly so.