An enchanted grove

This place was part of my life for only one summer, many years ago, yet I remember it well. I was seven years old, a thoroughly urban child, and my mother took me to a friend’s cottage in the countryside for a month. It was a wet August, but the rains came mostly at night…

A short yellow journey

An evocative post from one of my favourite bloggers, on the white blossoms that accompany her walk to school, made me realise to what extent my own school run this time of the year was a yellow affair. Bright splashes of flowering forsythia, kerria and mahonia, daffodils and dandelions punctuate the journey. My daughters love…

An impressionistic postcard from London

It was such an unseasonably warm and sunny patch that it felt surreal. We were in London at the same time last year, late February, and I remember trudging along the Thames in a snowstorm, public transport virtually at a standstill. That memory still fresh in my mind, London looked at once dazzling and dazzled…

It was strange to see the Japanese garden in Clingendael on such a day. It was raining, the strong winds of the previous two days had made the trees look half naked, the tree trunks a glistening, stark black. At last the autumn has come fully into its own. I don’t think I have actually…