A love letter to our favourite camping holiday

I have decided some things about camping holidays. I have decided it's alright to need a daily shower and a hairdryer, even when you're in a field. You are you, right? You are approaching thirty, and you are good at lots of things, and roughing it really doesn't have to be one of them. I … Continue reading A love letter to our favourite camping holiday

The week that was…hot

I am supposed to be doing - haha - SO many things right now, but it's been a good while since I checked in here. Sometimes my days and nights fill up so much I have to put blogging on the back burner. I miss it when it's not there. Some catch-up, then? Here are … Continue reading The week that was…hot

Henries were here

Summer! Allow me to let you into a secret: when faced with sunshine, my top half converts it all super-efficiently into freckles and third-degree burns, while my bottom half simultaneously takes on a whiteness so blinding all light rays are reflected back into space. This is my superpower, and when I become a time traveller … Continue reading Henries were here

The bottle-thrower in my head

The other day I was hayfevered up to the max, and found myself in a quandary. Oh gosh, Thursday, I texted Tim in the morning. If we go out the pollen will kill me, and if we stay in the boys will. I mean, what is a girl to do? When I just had Henry, … Continue reading The bottle-thrower in my head

Museums I have known and sprinted in, by H. J.

I am a huge believer in kids and museums. Firstly, because I love museums, and if you can't impose your likes and dislikes on your children while they're too young to roll their eyes, well, when can you, eh? Secondly, because most of them are free, so I can buy us cake on the way … Continue reading Museums I have known and sprinted in, by H. J.

The desert, and other stories

You are in Arizona. There is something odd about Arizona. A huge, open valley ringed with mountains you never reach. Burning heat. It feels like the ends of your hair are crisping up, like every tiny part of your skin sits under a magnifying glass held by a curious, ant-killing giant. The intense flatness of the vivid … Continue reading The desert, and other stories

Even the rain loves Hay Festival

If you are looking for a tweed jacket or trilby hat, go to Hay Festival. It's not that there are very many tweed-and-trilby shops, but almost everyone there is wearing them. So you'll get lots of ideas, and can go home and make a Pinterest board. There are other reasons to love Hay Festival than … Continue reading Even the rain loves Hay Festival

Now we are four

Things that have occurred since Tim started his month-long gardening leave: 1. We have settled into a pleasing division of labour where I'm doing all the laundry and he's doing all the washing-up, because these are the tasks the other one hates. Consequence: the laundry and the washing-up are ACTUALLY GETTING DONE; 2. Tim is … Continue reading Now we are four

Eggs

What I love about having babies is that you can get more and more into celebrations as time goes on. Easter this year was a cracker (mixed metaphor unintended). I know that chocolate eggs and church and family are great ideas, but it gets ten times better when all four of us are stuffing our … Continue reading Eggs

Virused, outside

Some truths all little boys know in their bones. You can be blistered and crusty but the park still loves you. The best way to get over an achingly dull case of hand, foot and mouth is to get out in a gale and shout a lot. And it still counts as quarantine so long … Continue reading Virused, outside