May I introduce you to one of the loves of my life: my desk. My desk is a little window into what the inner workings of my brain may look like: the books I have stored up in my memory, the textures and shapes that inspire...
Finally with the arrival of warm weather we've wanted to eat salads instead of a long winter of stews and soups. Jon and I have had some time without the boys this week so we've been making the most of eating whatever we like, with...
One summer when we were living in the wild depths of Southern France, in an old chicken shed with no running water but plenty of spiders and charm, Jon and I made a five minute film. I had written a poem about a girl who...
As we settled ourselves back into Manchester, we stepped into our new, slightly too big shoes and clomped around, pretending to be grown ups. I found a job as a theatre and TV agent, Jon freelanced lecturing in sound and video and we rented a...
'You've all created some kind of utopia here, haven't you?' said one particularly memorable friend who passed through Les Seilhols that summer. I remember feeling torn in how to answer. She lived in London and was experiencing many thing I desperately missed: theatre, a social...
Some time in July, we returned to the UK. Jon went to stay with his parents and I stayed with my mum who had since moved back to the UK with my brother, not far from Manchester. Before giving up everything and moving to France...
After a week in Barcelona where we saw more of my old school friends, drank far too much absinthe and bought a pair of ill-fitting trainers from Decathlon that would leave my ankles in shreds, we left the city in a hungover daze, joined a...
We arrived in Tarbes, Haute-Pyrénées on the 8th of March 2011. Jon had left behind the video production company he ran with his ex, and I had left behind my ambitions to carry on acting, a job teaching drama to kids, a job in a...
I started life as a drama school student at the age of 24. It was a late start for this specific type of career, but I felt so very ready to throw myself into a creative endeavour that I was willing to take the risk....
I caught a plane to Manchester with nothing but a blue samsonite suitcase. I had no money, no job, no purpose. Luckily, I did have a roof over my head with Jim. All I knew was that I needed to be somewhere other than Barcelona...