This Is Not My Home

I love that word, "pootling," it is so descriptive, it almost feels onomatopoeic. My life seems not to have been pootling, however...

In a brief break from baking, The Kindred Spirit and I took a holiday in the Lake District (like other fashionable people.) We stayed...

The second set of photos from my trip, (there are many more, but I'd rather tell you about things in the present next time, rather than ...

It has been rather quiet around here, as I was away visiting the American School Friend in Brooklyn. Then, as so often happens, life suddenl...