The art of pottering

I love to potter, and this weekend I think I got it down to a fine art. I was motivated enough to do a few tasks that needed doing (hand-washing, re-potting some herbs, catching up on emails) and lazy enough to relax without worrying. I soaked up some sun and cosied up under the covers when the clouds rolled in. I threw together a hearty casserole and watched my favourite shows. I spent a few hours talking to people I love on the other side of the globe. London partied on without me and I didn't suffer one twinge of FOMO.
And then this afternoon I started photo-pottering - that is, I snapped pics on my phone with careless abandon as I wandered back from afternoon tea at a local cafe.
If you want to hold off Monday a little longer, have a virtual potter here...




Fairytale balcony

 

Room with a view

Romeo, Romeo...

Yes, this is a Valentine's Day post. Tune out now if you'd rather wipe Feb 14 off your calendar because I'm about to indulge in some pure, sappy romance.

Whether you're on the receiving end of a dozen roses today or counting the hours till Wednesday rolls around, we can all appreciate some of the world's most romantic gestures (fictional or otherwise). I'm talking balcony scenes, people. Here's a few of my favourites... Let's share the love.

Thanks, Shakespeare, for the original balcony scene.

Parallel universe

It’s silly, but... I still get a little shock every time I skype someone from home and see them in the opposite time and weather zone to me. It’s like a parallel universe, a fantasy world I’m almost – but not quite – a part of. I try not to wander down this rabbit hole too often, but if there really is a parallel universe (and Brian Cox says yes!), then this is where you’ll find me. My favourite corner of my parents’ verandah, where I used to read magazines all morning, where the grapevine hugs the house, where we had breakfast last time I was home. This is my happy place. See you there.