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The Summer That Hasn’t Quite Left
There is always a moment here when summer feels as though it is packing its bags. Not dramatically. There is no sudden turning of the leaves, no crisp morning that announces autumn has arrived overnight. The Périgord Noir doesn’t really… Continue reading
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The Things a House Remembers
There is a stretch of road approaching Meschers-sur-Gironde, coming through Talmont, where the landscape suddenly opens and the coast appears. I had travelled that way before. Many times, probably. But this time I looked across at the water and felt… Continue reading
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The Teapots I Never Use
People often assume that because my cupboards are filled with teapots, I must drink a great deal of tea. I don’t. Given the choice, I’ll reach for coffee almost every time. Strong, black, and usually before I’ve fully decided what… Continue reading
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The Day I Bought Someone Else’s Memory
I never intended to become a collector of other people’s stories. In fact, if you’d told me fifteen years ago that I would spend my days rescuing vintage curtains, forgotten teapots, old wallpaper and the occasional object that nobody else… Continue reading
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The Things We Leave Behind
The older I get, the more I realise how much of a life disappears. Not the big things. Those usually survive. The wedding photographs survive. The birth certificates survive. The deeds to the house survive. The obituary survives. What disappears… Continue reading