You can’t possibly take your handbag to the beach, so thank goodness for all the basket bags, string bags and beaded bags doing the rounds this season. I’ve selected a few favourites in my Basket Case Edit. Beach setting not…
Hand luggage only? Prep your beauty kit for your carry-on.
Hurrah, I am finally going on holiday. I usually make a yearly pilgrimage to my aunt and uncle’s home in Southern Spain, and to keep costs low I travel with hand luggage only. But this does tend to thwart a…
The Hemingway Day. Chills.
This week’s WordPress Photography challenge is to capture the extra(ordinary). This little guy’s sole purpose in life is to tell us sun-basking humans how tepid the water is within which he bobs. He does an ordinary job. He floats in an…
Baked.
Baked. The sun crackled, singeing her skin. She drank in the heat, letting it hit the depths of her lungs as it enveloped her, invading her body with its stifling smother. She opened one eye and saw her feathery…
Tumble.
Tumble. Every week he would arm me with the same headphones and a new track of calming. The voice would resonate within my ear, encasing all air beneath the padded earpiece as it commanded, twisting feathery wisps along my…
Memento.
Day 7 of Photography101 and the theme is ‘Landmark’. Memento. I bent down and picked up a handful of sand. His stone eyes watched me as I let the grains fall through my fingers and into the black cylinder that…
The Great.
Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude. The Great. From here, the world was silent.
The Great.
Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude. The Great. From here, the world was silent.
Echo.
Today’s Photography101 task… to capture ‘Bliss’. Echo. The silent canyon captured every grinding footstep and threw them back with avidity.
Hunger.
The first writing challenge of this week has asked me to describe someone that has entered my life in the last year. I didn’t even have to ever interact with this little gem for him to set up camp in…
Day 106.
Bank holiday Monday. The time for plump raindrops, feather filled duvets and ridiculous trousers.
Monday Muse. I Seem to Have Misplaced My Clothes.
To the left of me a man peeled the last of his clothing from his tough tanned skin and stretched as though he’d been hankering for this freedom his entire life. To my right sat a group of women in…
