It was around 10pm. I had just eaten dinner at a lovely restaurant where my company was a delightful mixture of pizza, quiet background music, friendly waiting staff (one of whom wore a cracking flat cap) and Anne Lamont’s Bird by Bird. I was walking through the small square-shaped park that sat immediately outside of the restaurant. The air was cool … More Fetch
I had been in Lisbon a day and had tweeted a few pictures. A friend responded by saying, “Check out Alfama. You have to get lost there at least once.” I smiled because that’s exactly what had happened that day. I found Alfama and got very lost, as I did in other places around Lisbon during my … More Lisbon, through the lens
My Sunday morning routine has taken on a different look in the past year or so. Until March 2015 church activity had for the most part taken up the whole morning. But when the church I currently attend began sharing the building of another church in the town, our weekly services moved to a 2.30pm slot. It was … More Laughter Over Spilled Coffee
It was a late autumn day and I was in Oxford with my parents. We had just enjoyed a sumptuous late lunch at the cosy The Eagle and Child – the public house famed for hosting the The Inklings literary group – and were walking through the city’s busy streets back to the car. En-route we passed the deceptively large Blackwells Bookshop … More Encore!
The one story I seem to tell people the most from a trip I made to America in 2012 is a small episode at a sandwich shop I visited in Chicago. It was lunchtime and the queue was long. I thought I had plenty of time to get my head around the menu and work out … More The Unwritten and Untold
New Year’s Eve 2014. It feels like yesterday. The sun had set and I was feeling reflective (as per new year’s tradition). I was looking through a bunch of Instagram photos that I had printed through Inkifi (worth doing), and one photo I had of fireworks grabbed my attention. It seemed rather apt, giving what … More Fireworks
It was evening. I was busily putting away a few things in the kitchen whilst mentally working out how I could fit everything in before Christmas: presents to buy and wrap; people to visit; cards to write; music to learn; duties to fulfil. It all seemed so big, so unattainable. (It is not really, but … More ‘Martha’
