Pigeon Steps

Throughout history, women have taken pigeon steps, played ‘What’s the time?’ with Mr Wolf, as if our feet were bound, crinolines rigid and tightly laced, ankles hidden – we knew our place. Now we have shredded ribbons, learnt to march and ride our bikes burnt bras and held on to property, paving the way to […]

(Spring) Fun

finding shy snowdrops that arrive like little candles to light up the garden followed by skipping cats that brush my legs in a game of tag watching catkins wriggle their tails and cats in trees hearing the first cries of newborn lambs on the breeze picking out the songs of different birds outside the window […]