May 8th, 2013
It’s that time of year again — my mum is opening her garden again for the National Garden Scheme ’Yellow Book’ on Sunday May 12th . It’s a fabulous garden on the side of Bulbarrow Hill (where Jack Rosenblum built his golf course…) and is looking particularly splendid this year.
Pop along between 2-5pm to ‘The Old Smithy’, Ibberton, nr Blandford Forum, Dorset Dt110EN. There will be tea in the village hall. Little S and I will be there. Do not ask us anything about plants. We will not know the answer. Though, Little S does like to try and eat dandelions.
January 6th, 2013
Mrs S, Little S
I have a small confession to make. You may have noticed that I’ve been rather tardy in the blogosphere over the last year and I do have a small excuse. Little S arrived in the world in the summer and has been keeping Mr S and I rather busy. He was very considerate and delayed his appearance until the first draft of ‘The Gallery of Vanished Husbands’ was (just about) finished. I’m still learning to balance motherhood with writing, and editing with games of peekaboo and the requisite cake eating.
On that note, I’ve had two coffee shop encounters in the last couple of months which have ended up with me explaining to the other (marginally baffled) cake-lovers why they must leave London and live amongst the cows in the land of ginger biscuits and sticky mud. So far, it’s been quite successful, charming couple no 1 have indeed moved here (well, Somerset, but it’s right on the border) and I’m still working on the others… If you spy me over the Battenberg, and you don’t want to be my new neighbour, just walk swiftly by. I can be very persuasive.
In case you want to be tempted, here is a view from a recent walk. It might be damp but it’s still beautiful…
July 12th, 2012
Rainbow over Bulbarrow
Mr S and I have now moved to our new home. It’s the wettest summer ever, but that does make for the odd rainbow. We don’t have anything fancy like curtains yet, so dawn (and next door’s cockerel) wakes us and we watch the morning light rise behind the hill.
At my desk I’m busy finishing the new book which is called ‘The Gallery of Vanished Husbands’. It’s coming along nicely and I’m managing not to be too distracted by the arrival of things like a custom dresser for the kitchen. When I say ‘custom’, I mean we found it in a vintage market in Bridport, and when it was delivered discovered that our measurements were off by about 4inches. The bottom had to be sawn off – so now it fits perfectly.
So, I’m playing house in the real world and in my imagination…