I’m writing this wearing a huge wool cardigan and looking at the grey sky through the kitchen window.  We arrived back home yesterday afternoon… under the rain… and whilst for a split second the fresh air was welcome after the torrid heat of Italy, the novelty factor soon wore off. We were all kind of …

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I’m reading ‘Underground Railway’ by Colston Whitehead, which is remarkable and chilling, frankly, especially in light of recent events… …will the world ever learn?   Caged birds by Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back of the wind    and floats downstream    till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun …

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Visiting the Festival of Quilts last week has really galvanised the quilting mojo that, let’s be honest, had kind of gone into hibernation mode.  I know I moaned about the set up of the festival, but the quilts were great, and I left very inspired, full of renewed enthusiasm and with a big pile of …

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