1. The morning is cool and the air is full of something halfway between rain and mist. I worry that I have put the wrong clothes on and that I'm going to spend the whole day shivering and curling my legs up under my skirt. But at work, the temperature creeps up to 27 degrees, and I am glad of my cotton dress.
2. The amazing ability of my skin to change colour in the sun. I'm not a fan of deep tans -- but there is something magical about the white between my fingers against the brown backs of my hands.
3. Going to my scriptwriting class and knowing that it is safe to make mistakes.
Slow worm, peacock butterfly and striations.
1. A slow worm backs into his burrow, his mild resentful gaze holding ours. 2. Peacock butterfly -- Persian rug colours -- rests open in the...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...