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  • Dropped

    Dropped

    I am a bad mother at times. Well, we all are aren’t we? Aren’t we? Anyway, I stayed out far too late on Friday  night and so to make up for being less than lively next morning I made Drop Scones from the wonderful Be-Ro book, my childhood baking bible introduced to me by my grandma.…

  • Sticky jam

    Sticky jam

    I made compote this week and so far no one has expired from botulism so I’m planning on making it again soon. If I ever get home that is. I’m writing this blog while crawling up the M5 (I’m not driving, don’t worry) from Brixham. I spend quite a lot of time in jams these…

  • Boxed

    Boxed

    A box can be a haven A shelter A home. But also it captures the spirit The wisps of self Collected in a pool. They should fly free, Be able to stand up for themselves. But sometimes they fall. Hard. Then the box welcomes. Then the box sighs. You could crawl inside and hide, Licking…

  • Up the road again

    Up the road again

    I’m sitting at Taunton Deane services eating a brownie (sorry weight watchers) and musing on the last most memorable time I was here…a couple of years ago we were trailing a new dinghy home when the trailer wheel blew and we got stranded on the M5. The boys were little so Other Half drove us…

  • Ask not for whom the bell tolls…

    …don’t worry, I’m not shuffling off this mortal coil or anything so dramatic. No, I wanted to make the point that the rattle of an alarm clock is but a distant memory as the boys and I settle into a Devon seaside routine of early wake up cuddles and the treachery of tangled four and…