04/08/2026
Golden hour sunlight will always stop me in my tracks... a fleeting but magical part of the day, crunching across the parched common in search of a good stick for Weasel.
Despite the stubbled straw (formerly known as grass) after what feels like 500 days of summer.... big tall queen Anne's lace has grown feistily upwards, creating a literal sea of almost-too-heavy, undulating seed heads. Usually there are flowers galore, but asides from one little smattering of lilac scabious, only the hardiest plants are still alive. The trees are stressed, dropping leaves and creating a false autumn before I've even had one single tomato ripen in my garden. Europe is on fire; I'm grateful for my scruffy, noisy, dirty little patch of East London to lollop around in with Weasel, waiting for the sun to retreat.
Swipe for a slice of thirst-quenching forest: Almost a month ago already, but the restorative calm of two weeks in nature (thank you Dartmoor NP and Porthleven) is fueling me through these wretchedly hot days, baking under London red brick & a distinct lack of cooling forest trundles.
Grateful for what we have, quietly hopeful for rain & a few days cool enough to fire the kilns.
♡
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