Florence. You've (possibly) visited the city, you've seen the photos, now knit the cushion! But more on that in a minute. Here in southern Britain, it's been raining since... well actually I can't remember when this wretched rain began. Last month? Last decade? The Pleistocene epoch? Who knows. The landscape is grey and soggy. Gazing out of the window is not an uplifting experience, unless you're inspired by sludge. Every time I go for a run, I'm not so much running as dancing, in a Continue Reading
Water, water, everywhere.
It's wet in Oxfordshire right now. Really really wet. (North America, I can't help but envy your polar vortex. I've seen so many beautiful snowy/icy photographs on people's blogs.) Here, there's flooding. We're all about the Thames in this bit of the UK, as its early waters wind their way down through Oxfordshire and Berkshire. On Wednesday morning I had a medical appointment in Oxford, and on the way home, I drove the long-suffering twinnage a twisting route that roughly followed the Thames Continue Reading