Listen to the land
I grew up in Kent, with parents who didn’t come from that area. Often during school holidays we would return home to where my mum grew up on the Welsh and Shropshire borders. It was evident, even as a young child, that this was where Mum felt was home.
As soon as I could drive, … Read more
The Land Holds Memories
The land holds memories. Not just that I remember being there, but that it reminds me of me and the people I have shared it with.
I’ve just come back from a place in Dorset where my kids and I have been meeting up with friends for the last 3 years or so. There … Read more
Iceland- the land is alive
I know I keep writing about Iceland, but the place got under my skin and is still there.
In many ways it was just like England; clothes, streets, cars, foods were recognisable and they spoke great English.
And yet, our land is so stable. I don’t mean politically, I mean geologically, whereas Iceland … Read more