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How €15 Can Practically Buy You a Garden

How €15 Can Practically Buy You a Garden

Yesterday Jon and I went out on our favourite weekly expedition: first to the post office to send Tin Cup Vintage items to their new owners and then to the local second hand market/junk shop/Aladdin’s Cave of treasures waiting to be found. And here’s what […]

“A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know” Diane Arbus

“A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know” Diane Arbus

My favourite way of spending a Sunday afternoon, and avoiding homework, used to be to unzip my mum’s tartan suitcase filled with photos collected since her childhood. On the hallway shelves sat large, beautifully presented photo albums, containing what were to be considered the ‘good’ […]

‘“Before the morn ye’ll work mischief:” Indeed will I,” quo’ Findlay.’ – Robert Burns, Wha Is That at My Bower Door

‘“Before the morn ye’ll work mischief:” Indeed will I,” quo’ Findlay.’ – Robert Burns, Wha Is That at My Bower Door

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 my father fled to London’s Portobello Road as soon as he could ride a motor bike . I was born in London, brought up in Scotland, England, France and Spain. My first name  is an Indonesian island, my middle name is from Welsh medieval legend and my surname is Anglo-Saxon.

 I take my morbidity from the Welsh, my thighs are those of a Scottish hill walker and I have the late night energy of a Spaniard.

My heritage is varied, contradictory and a lot of fun.

Last night we had a  Burns supper… in our own way. We made veggie haggis, squirrel shaped oatcakes and instead of clapshot, we mashed potatoes and Jerusalem artichoke from the garden. The freezing cold air caused me to spend most of the evening shuffling around the house in Jon’s old snorkel parka, making whiskey drinking far trickier than I would have liked…

We talked about my Scottish grandmother Brenda, or as I once named her ‘mumsmum’. We talked of her love of Robert Burns and Billy Connolly (I think he’s the only person on earth she can forgive for using four letter words), my childhood imaginary mouse McClumpha and the gift of a toy ‘wild haggis’ from my first boyfriend. We talked of the Galloway forest and the West coast evening skies,  the pound shop on Dalbeattie high street and the white stones mumsmum would find for me to stand on when we went hill walking. When I speak to her on the phone she gives me advice on keeping healthy chickens and I tell her what we’re growing in our garden. She can no longer go  walking in the hills, so I send her photos of  our rambles and bike rides.

As Ted Hughes wrote to his son:

“And as the old Greeks said: live your life as though all your ancestors were living again through you.”

Heritage, I guess it can go both ways.

Java x

“Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.” Ernest Hemingway

“Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.” Ernest Hemingway

Friday is cocktail and pizza night chez Domaine Carret! Whitney Marie and I started early with some mulled wine in the snow. It may not be Christmas any more, but since the snow has fallen, warm cocktails are the most tempting option. Mulled wine is […]

“Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” Goethe

“Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” Goethe

Cheers! Lyon, France Everyone starts a fresh on January 1st, or early September at the start of the school calendar, or simply every Monday after a debauched or slothful weekend. Recently Jon and I started a new beginning on December the 18th, 2012. We moved […]

Weeping into The Biscuit Tin

Weeping into The Biscuit Tin

C’est fini! ‘The Biscuit Tin’ has been filmed. I got to say ‘It’s a wrap’ in the appropriate context for once in my life.
The final scenes involved lyig in bed, eating poached eggs and looking a bit miserable. None of these at once, but all equally fun.

As we sit down to start another draft edit, we’ve been talking about how much the piece of work has changed. It started with a poem that I wrote a couple of years ago; a tiny piece of writing that has inspired something far more eloquent than anything I could have ever created on my own. Jon’s composition (his words: “got a bit pissed and hit some zither things” do not do it justice) has transformed the piece. I feel like ranting on about it, but I won’t. It needs to be seen.

Cheers to  our final day of shooting. It’s been exhilerating, tedious and confusing at times yet sharply important. Off to have a bit of a cry.

 

 

 

Our new office is a Gypsy Caravan

Our new office is a Gypsy Caravan

We have managed to uproot ourselves from the magnetic pull of the dining room table and have shifted Tin Cup into the gypsy caravan in the garden. We were quickly joined by Humphrey and Bogart, the kittens. Who can blame them? The plush colour scheme […]

The Biscuit Tin: Day One

The Biscuit Tin: Day One

Day one of filming and we have so far shot two scenes and demonstrated our abilities for performing an impressive variety of roles on set: hairdresser, caterer, set designer, continuity, director, script-editor, actress and wardrobe mistress. We’re like a one man band. With two people. […]

The Biscuit Tin pre-production

The Biscuit Tin pre-production

Tin Cup’s first short is making it through pre-production and we’ll start filming soon, check back for more updates…