Category Archives: Travel

Stand in love, take my hand and love

Okay… So although my mum may have looked at my blog, it seems she is not what you would call a regular reader. That’s alright then. *scowls* Which brings us to: Latest news! My bell tent arrived, I originally took a gamble and ordered from a company called Obelink based in the Netherlands, they are

Like a thundering horse

Just suddenly I feel myself wanting to write. There’s a clean untouched notebook downstairs, but I’d have to go and get it and G’s watching TV and I’d feel… that I was making rather a palaver of the whole thing. I don’t want Writing to become something said with a capital letter, the word making

You make me happy when skies are grey

I just got back from Cornwall tonight. On Wednesday I have a single ticket to go back to what now feels like home, and I can’t wait. I’d say I was counting down the hours, but I won’t be as I’ll barely have time for sleep between now and then. Even once I get all

For a time I’ll be here. And then there, then here and then there. And then just there.

So, not really all that complicated I’m back in London for a little while and it’s icky, but I must admit it’s nice having a wide bed that doesn’t tilt in the night at low tide, and it’s wonderful to be able to have a bath. I love baths, and soon I’ll have to get

Camp

I thought I’d create a special permanant page for stuff associated with the Sacred Arts Camp 2007. So my random musings and photo sets devoted to it don’t get lost in the mists of time I’m kind of worried about a friend of mine at the moment. It’s daft but I just have a really

Back again

I’m back! I can’t say ‘home’ because I’m feeling majorly confused about where my home is, especially after spending a week in a field that I didn’t particularly want to leave at all and could have stayed in forever. Heh. But yes, I’m back in London for a few days before taking more stuff down

I’m sorry, my brain is full.

Whenever people try and talk to me I show them the list of things I have to do and buy, and they scuttle away wordlessly, leaving me in peace. Respect the list. I leave for the camp tomorrow, so bye bye for now, people!

Cornwall: 117 London: 0

Today is so hot. The clouds are little scraps of white, very high up in the punishing blue dome of sky, and I find myself hankering for the cooler breezes of Cornwall. I got back last night, not as unappetizing as before because I was prepared for how icky London would feel. It still felt

Listen closer

I like hearing songs through several walls and a closed door, it makes then different and exciting. Like hanging off the end of your bed and seeing the room all upside down, like an unexplored mirror country. That wasn’t really the point of this post, though. Nope, I feel I ought to play catchup because

My Name

If you haven’t already heard of Lhasa De Sela and her 2nd album The Living Road, I’d advise you to go and have a listen. I borrowed it from the library last year, but it’s rather got neglected since. Yesterday evening on the train back from Cornwall, one of her songs came on as the