Lavender – A Short Story

The first perfume has no bottle, no receipt or shopping basket. The very first perfume is made from crushed Lavender leaves, pulled from a neighbour’s front garden on a Saturday morning before the word ‘Lavender’ has even entered our vocabulary. We pull the leaves and the tiny, dusky-purple buds and hold them both in our… Continue reading Lavender – A Short Story

A Golden Afternoon at Portobello Market

I bought a gold watch that doesn’t tell the time. ‘Fifteen pounds’ a tiny lady with kind eyes beamed from behind her stall of treasure and trash combined. She wrapped the golden band around my wrist. ‘But for you, today, just ten pounds’. The little watch face seemed to look up at me. How could… Continue reading A Golden Afternoon at Portobello Market

Writing Letters, Writing Joy

Written words on paper feel special. A handwritten letter is a sequence of steps involving the two things that we crave most from those dear to us: time and thought. The writer has taken the time to fold into an armchair or rest their elbows upon a desk and to wrap fingers and thumb around… Continue reading Writing Letters, Writing Joy

Changing Perspective: Finding Comfort in the Now

In perfect dramatic irony, as the clocks went backwards, we too seem to have gone back in time in entering a second national lockdown. Inevitable? Perhaps. But this still does not make the concept any easier to comprehend. The somewhat novelty that the first lockdown held has instead been replaced by an overpowering sleepiness, a… Continue reading Changing Perspective: Finding Comfort in the Now