One of my earliest memories of gardening belongs to my grandmother. She had what people call a green thumb, although I suspect it had very
Category: Portugal Through Frog Eyes
From Breakfast Club to Feline Intelligence Agency
On September 1, 2022, I moved into the Frobbit House. Four years later, I realise that I didn’t simply move into a house. I moved
The Accidental Gardener
My earliest memory of a garden takes me back to Thika, Kenya, where I followed my mother around the family garden while she inspected vegetables
World Cup Fever Returns
Every four years, I become a football fan and couch coach. Not a proper football person, obviously. I don’t spend my weekends analysing tactical formations
The Raindrop Dialogues: Small Things
For many people of a certain generation, the mention of raindrops immediately summons a familiar image: Julie Andrews twirling across the screen in The Sound
The Cloud Dialogues: The Return of the Light
There are certain conversations that return every year. They are not held in words, but in shifting light, passing seasons, and the language of clouds.
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