The cattle are lowing

We walked up to the farm this afternoon. In the barn the red-brown Sussex cattle shuffled softly against each other,…

A good day

Written on 9th Feb 2018. A Friday. In my head I was writing this to Rosalie, an older Rosalie perhaps.…

Slushy Sunday 

Today I hit the ground running. Woken from an extra hour’s sleep on my own (thank you Matthew), for various…

One hour in my life 

A glimpse into my afternoon. Rosalie, two and a half, missed her midday nap and has been desperate to make…

Frozen Friday 

My eyes itch. They beg to close. My mind has stalled. But a deal’s a deal. Even if the deal…