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…

My winter of camellias

My fascination with camellias is not new, it dates back to my teenage years. We didn’t have camellias growing in gardens, of course, not with the climate like that. They were then completely exotic, faraway beauties and in those pre-historic (aka pre-google) times I didn’t even know what they looked like. But the allure of…

Our new Mulberry Tree House

It happened with lightning speed. We were number 17 on the waiting list, how can it have gone so fast?! In August, before leaving for our summer holidays, we filed the official application; in September, I decided that application had been way too short and impersonal, and I wrote The Letter, detailing the reasons why…

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…