I am in utter heaven now that we are firmly in autumn, the leaves are no longer tinged with gold but crunchy underfoot, skies a wash of blue but with a chill in the air and boots a necessary footwear staple. There’s that misty rain, the kind my hair hates which makes straightening it…
There is comfort in simplicity. Hot coffee on a frost dusted morning. Pajamas toasting on the radiator to jump into before bed. Brown toast and peanut butter. All simple, yet so satisfyingly comforting, the smallest things can be far better than fancy coffee, silk pajamas or bulging brunch tables at times. It’s the same for…
When it comes to Christmas, there are the obvious all-round flavours we think of – clovey mulled wine with rolled up cinnamon sticks like fat cigars, clementines pierced with a thumbnail spraying citrus across your fingers, fiery brandy turned petrol blue to pour over the pudding and thick, unctuous port decanted into tiny glasses. Then…
I live on a rather peaceful, quiet street. The kind where, as the days are become shorter, the evenings are drawn out and silent, punctuated with a hollow whistle of the wind against the window pane and the dark night illuminated in that dusky amber glow of the street lamps. Oh these autumn months, wrapping…