Quickie!

Nobody tells you that the book doesn’t end once you’ve come back from the bear hunt and hidden under the bedcovers. You’ll get up the next morning and go back out looking for the bear, because you can’t stay at home forever, hidden from danger and mud and crappy weather. I’ve realised the book – or life – was never about catching the bear, but about going out and saying “ooh, what shall I do with this lovely day?” even if it’s raining and you’re stuck on the toilet with burning bones in your legs.

Nostradamus: I’m just a very wise man who understood that vagueness is eternal, and that specificities never stand the test of time.

A coincidence? No, serendipity!

A lakeside festival, sardines, and mucho lolling

Isn’t she lovely?!

Do you speak Faroese?

A funky poem after a funky workshop

Congenial genie

I was on Meg Oolders’ podcast, Talk Fiction

A meeting on the Ethereal Frequency

Dragons, Freddie, me!

The famous architect returns to talk dragons, squiggles, and why everything is too straight.

The reeds decimated, the fox satiated

You can’t paint lying down, unless of course you’re Leonardo da Vinci or Michelangelo, which I’m certain one glance at Serendipity will assure you that I am not.

A mash-up of all the things I’ve enjoyed this week, and much more ☀️

Last day!

Knights in shiny shoes

A queen with her dogs on the beach at golden hour.

And they are very yummy!