Seven months ago we ended our unborn daughters life. She was a day shy of six months in the womb when I gave birth to her at one minute to midnight on the 1st of December 2014. I miss her every single day. [caption id="attachment_1116" align="aligncenter" width="300"]...

Home. I talk about home a lot. I am endlessly trying to understand what home is. Is it a place? Is it where your bed is? Is it a person? Right now it is a rented house that I am madly, truly, deeply in love with. I've...

[gallery type="circle" ids="915,916,918"] My dressing table holds my entire family and the world all in one place. When feeling sad or confused, I will often rearrange the brooches that once belonged to my Welsh grandmother into different patterns, I will wind up the musical jewellery box...

[gallery type="circle" ids="889,896,894,893,892,891"] In the September of 2012, Jon and I drove the  Les Seilhols black cab from the South of France to the South of Spain. Among many things we enjoyed cramped back seat sleeping/sleepless nights in remote car-parks, a mechanic's home made wild boar...

[gallery type="circle" ids="873,874,875,876,877,880,878,879"] Last spring Jon visited a French flea market in Bedarieux while I sat at home and tried to write 'The Novel'. Needless to say, the novel is not yet written, but I do have two very beautiful 1930's catalogues found at the flea market...