The Quiet Return of the Blackthorn Blossom


Musing and staring into space

Every year, I look for it. It’s become a kind of ritual: not the performative sort, not something staged for anyone else, but a private habit of noticing. A moment of quiet attention that arrives somewhere between winter and spring, when the world is still holding its breath. Even though I’m back in the U.K. […]

19/02/2026

All Change


Musing and staring into space

I want to stick a pin in today, as the Swiss Summer begins to fade and the rain percolates through the soil. I want to be able to look back on my time here, some time in the future and feel what I’ve felt over the last few months, as I’ve walked, and walked and […]

01/09/2018

The Visibility of Magic


Musing and staring into space

  When I was little, there was a troll that lived under the bridge near my Nan’s caravan. My hair was made of spun gold and I felt magic coursing through the long grass, as I played at the beach. Every rainbow held a secret message for me. Every leaf of clover was lucky. I […]

10/09/2017