Early Dreams. When I was a teenager, I secretly wanted to be an artist, like my mother, who went to art school in her forties. But I was not ready then, I did not have her artistic flair, so I studied languages and art history instead. My life long interest in art,...
Some years ago I started a book club with a few English-speaking locals, who have now become great friends. We named the club The Montainville Literary Society, after the book The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows,...
My relationship with photography, with the light, is the same as that of a painter with her paints and canvas. I’ve always wanted to be an artist, a painter like my mother and I have been learning for some years now, alongside my photographic journey. This long...
Do you know anyone who does not enjoy sitting near a fountain, a river, the sea? I certainly don’t. Although my skin, if unprotected, burns within ten minutes in the summer sun, I would love to live by the seaside or failing that near a river or lake. My husband and...
One of my all time favourite books is: Romancing The Ordinary by Sarah Ban Breathnach. It is a month by month celebration of simple splendour, such as the tiny drops of dew on this head of cow parsley. I recently read the chapter The Listening Walk, in which the...
It’s been rather wet and chilly, in my corner of France, near Paris, these last two weeks. While the vegetation and crops are soaking up the badly needed rain, it has also meant that the beautiful Spring blossom has disappeared. It has been battered to the...
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