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, … More

A good day

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

Slushy Sunday 

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

One hour in my life 

A glimpse into my afternoon, mainly as a reminder to myself of what it was like at home with babies … More

Frozen Friday 

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