I have always loved the slow, liminal days between Christmas and New Year. They are a time of gentle transition, a quiet breath as the year eases to its close, a space in which to reflect on the year gone by, and perhaps to set intentions for the year ahead.
‘It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.’ – Ursula Le Guin Just over a year ago, I embarked upon an extraordinary journey as part of a collaboration with Taylors of Harrogate, (tea and coffee producers extraordinaire) and the fantastic creative collective with heart that
I’m so sorry, lovely readers, that things have been a little quiet here of late. Behind the scenes, I’ve been holed up in my tiny office, typing away, reading piles of books and scribbling in endless notebooks. I’ve been creating something that I’m genuinely excited to share with you, something that feels like the culmination
It’s that time of year again. The mysterious white Giffords Circus big top is making its way from town to town, flanked by glossy maroon liveried wagons. In a matter of hours, a field, a park or a village green is transformed into something altogether more magical, a secret world of tricks and adventure, of music, laughter