A woman, from the rather lovely and magical far west of Wales. Sadly it is not catching.
I like to write, read, grow things, feed birds, take photographs, walk along beaches and paths picking things up, visit very old places, listen to music and mess with instruments (musical, not surgical). I also play with paint and make things when I have time (including, over the years, a mari lwyd and a papier maché goddess).
I’ve worked, variously and chronologically, as an assistant matron at a boys’ prep school, as part of a women’s art collective, with Women’s Aid, the Probation Service, as a journalist, with Age Concern, Mind and now at a cancer caring centre. I’m opinionated and a socialist verging on anarchy (if only I could get organised).
People keep assuming I am 1) spiritual and 2) vegetarian. I keep assuring people that I am neither.
My favourites are: blue, purple, green and bronze, woodsmoke, basil and fresias, sunset, sunrise and the time in between, the sky in general but particularly at night, robins, seabirds, crows and owls, cats, red wine, whisky and very strong coffee.
The blog will make most sense if you begin at the very beginning with my 2008 entries – but for anyone wanting to dip in, it may help to know that almost all the posts start from a bit of the house where I was born – and still spend as much time as I can. Where they end up is less predictable…
The pages marked ‘Earth to Earth’ meanwhile concentrate on the garden at the same location and a series of short pieces written over the year after my mother died.
I hope you will find some enjoyment here…