[gallery type="rectangular" ids="705,699,701,700,702,703,704,706,707,708,709,710,711,712,713,714,715"] Jon is a collector of musical instruments, coats, things that make sounds and bits that you never know where to put because they are impossible to categorise. I am a collector of tins, boxes, suitcases, colours, small things that collect dust, postcards, old...

[gallery type="circle" columns="2" ids="651,650,652,653,655,656,658,660"] It snowed again today. Jon, Humphrey and I went out pruning amongst the vines and we took some photos with my pocket camera (hence the dodgy quality). Humphrey quickly lost interest once she realised there was no food at the end of...

[gallery ids="516,518,519,520,521"] Heritage, where do we find our heritage? My mother's family are Scottish, yet she was born in South Africa. My father's family are fiercely Welsh (my grandfather Cliff Bere wrote the Welsh Republican Movement Manifesto and had a taste for burning the Union Jack) yet...

We have always found inspiration while rummaging through piles of clothes, boxes of curios and shelves of tatty, torn old books. Convincing each other to spend a day in a charity shop or brocante has never been an issue, especially when using the excuse of...