Year: 2017
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Spring, lorries, Sadlers Wells, champagne and soil
Spring came on a lorry last night Or so it felt, as we walked through balmy unbowed London to see the English National Ballet’s triple bill at Sadlers Wells. We marvelled at the blossom, we stepped across streets to walk in the sun, and listened to kids playing outside in the squares again. And then…
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Crossing the bridge at Compton Verney
When I say I love Lancelot Brown, I don’t mean it in the sense of ‘I deeply admire his work.’ No, I mean it in the same sense the teenage me wanted to faint every time I saw a photograph of Richard Gere. Yep, that bad. But perhaps it explains why I almost couldn’t cross the bridge…
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Have you seen….
I don’t want to lose you all forever, but I’m also aware I haven’t been here as much as I’d like to recently. I’ve been busy working on a novel, although I did get away recently for a writing residency at Compton Verney. More on that soon, but in the meantime, let me introduce you…