Whitby: closer to Dracula; further from Trump

I guess we are British snowflakes. I wasn't that into American politics before. I worried that Jimmy Carter was shouldering such a burden it would kill him. I tutted at Bill Clinton's betrayals. I laughed, shamefaced, at jokes about W's  I.Q. I remember practically skipping into our local shop the day Obama was elected; perplexed … Continue reading Whitby: closer to Dracula; further from Trump

Kindness and gratitude

Kindness and gratitude would solve the world's problems. I believe it. Kindness is not passive. It is a simple act of helpfulness. I have been helped and I am grateful. I have failed and fallen and have been helped again, which makes me want to help others. Forward motion. Never static. Inch by inch. A myhermes … Continue reading Kindness and gratitude

Random tasks for the week

TASKS TO ACCOMPLISH THIS WEEK (if at all possible) Read Ruby Redfort, Feel The Fear. Enjoy a sunset or two. Stroll hand in hand with my other half. Chat freely with other people's dogs. [Take for granted that motivation understood to be entirely wholesome]. Maybe photograph one or two. Enjoy the mischief and fun of grandsons, … Continue reading Random tasks for the week

Getting back to work… sort of

Last September, in the place where I grew up, we made a plan. Paddling in the rock pools, breathing transparent air (not dove grey, like it was in our other home town) - it all came together. We would live here. Where life-changing decisions are made. We returned home, did what we needed to do … Continue reading Getting back to work… sort of

An alternative lifestyle

We moved away from a conventional life a few years ago. Our alternative is more creative and seat-of-pants. We always manage to drift along. Living back at the coast is divine. When I write about the cove in Ellie Booton's Journals, it's pretty similar to this... Below: Abbie Highfield, whoever you are, your name tag was … Continue reading An alternative lifestyle

Does anyone have time to blog?

Fearlessness. That's what's required. The compulsive need to squeeze another task into the lycra pants of time. This is to remind me of the time when I remembered things for more than one day. I can read it and think: Crikey. Did I do that? I have no memory of it. At all. Fancy that. Quick … Continue reading Does anyone have time to blog?