Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Saturday, 22 December 2012
Friday, 21 December 2012
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the winter solstice.
the turning point in the year,
and this afternoon there was a blue sky and a bit of sunshine.
that must be a good omen, right?
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so we have both succombed to the winter bug.
i don't know how i made it through a day at work today.
all i wanted was to be at home under this blanket.
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we walked through the vineyard this afternoon.
from the top of the valley there was this amazing hazy view right into the distance.
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
Sunday, 16 December 2012
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stopped by appuldurcombe - was rather a dull afternon, but i love the way the house reveals itself amongst the trees
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had a meeting at dimbola on tuesday - in the bay the sky was blue, the sea like a millpond and not a person in sight
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colourful chillies during our friday night pudding run to morrison's.
i think we have discovered the world's best cheesecake.
oh my.
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we brought our little christmas tree in from the garden today,
complete with about 500 living residents.
every now and then i catch sight of one scuttling across the floor.
the tree has sprouted new green shoots like little fingers,
and looks pretty comical.
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we're in the deep freeze.
our heating and hot water haven't been working properly for two weeks.
it's so cold that you can see your breath in the house,
and you don't even have to refrigerate food any more because the room is cold enough already.
in fact, we have been considering leaving the fridge door open to warm the place up a bit.
on my walk to work this morning, the hedges were covered in icy spiders' webs.
it was as if they had been decorated with silver tinsel ready for christmas.
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i had to be at tate for 8.30am this morning.
i walked over via westminster bridge.
everything was icy cold, and the sky was a little pink.
i love seeing those puffs of steam coming from all the office buildings on cold days like this;
it's like they are alive and breathing.
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there are few things in this world as good as home-made bread.
it's so satisfying to MAKE something with your hands,
to create something from scratch.
it requires the same rough handling as clay,
the same energy to work the ingredients,
except unlike pottery you get to eat the results.
i think i want to quit my job and re-train as a baker.
Saturday, 8 December 2012
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we spent the afternoon christmas shopping in guildford.
above all the bags and bows and hats and scarves, this amazing soft pink sky stretched into the distance.
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the dreaded christmas card mailing.
all that repetition.
i am so glad it only comes round once a year.
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hello, my name is tracey.
i live in the british museum.
i've been feeling quite stressed lately,
as i have so much christmas shopping to do
and it's been so busy
that i haven't had chance to get myself organised.
to make matters worse,
i've been given this new stand which i have to balance on
and it's really uncomfortable.
i mean, i like the look of it, i think it's really smart,
but i get such terrible cramps at the end of the day.
my boss has been really brilliant about it
and has offered to let me try a spare one next week.
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