We closed the door of another chapter in our lives this evening. Our very first family home. The house where my twin babies learnt to eat, to walk and to be part of a community. It is the house where my handsome boy put on his whistle, dusted down his shoes, trimmed his beard in a wing mirror, before dashing with his dearest oldest friends, to church, to meet me; his future wife.
The old man has bought for himself an electronic piano, that is; a keyboard. I didn’t know I was snobby about these things but I was like: “a bloody keyboard?”.
Designers, wannabe’s, the style set and artists flocked to the East of the city last weekend for a chance to see a selection of Blighty’s contemporary designers. Selected by Tent London and billed as: the best in contemporary and vintage design, architecture, interiors and the world of digital…
Following a beautiful year in France, a winter so cold our lives were reduced to huddling endlessly around a big smoky kitchen fire and longjohns were de rigueur. a summer of sultry heat, dusty stone farmhouses, soft pungent fromage and delicate vin rose. I wanted to post a few photos to remember our sweet French sojourn. The chateaus and villages around were simple and stunning in their grandeur and peaceful colours.
The weekly market was full to bursting with glorious seasonal fruit and vegetables. We feasted on bread and cheese, wine and prawns, melons and glutinous saucisson.