Through my own eyes

Other people’s words about … the seasons I arrived in England on a grey March day in 2009. The Underground journey from Heathrow to Mile End took me through the western boroughs of London: tiled roofs and chimney pots in neat rows and the clouds as dark as oyster shells, rain falling from them in … Continue reading Through my own eyes

Take note

Other people’s words about … gratitude I am so glad to still be here. Every day, I do my best to see the colours. I take note. I breathe them in. From ‘How it Feels to Float’ by Helena Fox It’s been a while since I’ve posted, I know. I want you all to know … Continue reading Take note

Chasing clouds

It was the week of daffodils, and they were everywhere — outside everyone’s fences and shrubs, jubilant. It was that perfect running weather: cool and damp, still a little cloudy over the water. From ‘Alternative Remedies for Loss’ by Joanna Cantor The photos in today’s post come from a run I went on in early … Continue reading Chasing clouds

Out & about: spring flowers

‘When you’re walking the view shifts and changes. Walking’s a form of hope.’ from ‘The World Without Us‘ by Mireille Juchau   I’ve just spent a week down at our house at Aldinga Beach on holiday. Common (variegated) groundsel I had planned to go running as much as I could, but due to illness, in … Continue reading Out & about: spring flowers


Other people’s words about … spring After Matthew left I lost the knack of sleeping. Brighton seemed unsettled and at night it was very bright … At periodic intervals throughout the day I felt that I was drowning, and it was all I could do not to fling myself to the ground and wail like … Continue reading Yellow


Other people’s words about … settlement It is no wonder that most Adelaide inhabitants have little idea of what the pre-European vegetation of the Adelaide Plains looked like, because over vast swathes of suburbia, unless one knows exactly where to look, it is basically all gone and has been for over a hundred years. Add … Continue reading Because

Pretty in yellow

Remember the Antiopdean daffodils? Otherwise known as variable groundsel flowers, they’re just beginning to flower on the dunes near our house north of Adelaide — much earlier than last year. They are so cheerful and bright, I couldn’t resist bringing a couple of stray blooms home. I hope they bring the same sense of joy … Continue reading Pretty in yellow

Antipodean daffodils

Other people’s words I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They … Continue reading Antipodean daffodils