The witching hour is nigh, All Hallows' Eve is almost upon us and I'm in a ruminative mood. We are all aware of the power of scent to trigger a memory, a feeling- scent has a hotline to our...
Here is a belated write up of my morning workshop in August at Hampton Court Palace, as part of the events to run alongside their ‘The Wild, the Beautiful and the Damned’ exhibition.
I have been enamoured of the Pre-Raphaelite movement since I was 10 years old, when I received a birthday card of a Pre-Raphaelite print (I think it was ‘The Bower’), and many more were to follow!
Growing up, I have always been lucky to have a garden to play in, not something everyone can claim now sadly, even if it was just grass and the ubiquitous foxgloves and lupins...
On a Saturday afternoon, I am standing on the steps of St Michaels Church on Cornhill, near Bank meeting other coffee and history lovers, ready to embark on a Coffee House Tour of the City...
