Wednesday, 31 October 2012


Whoever (whomever?) doesn't walk around this country with a constant expression of awe and amazement must have had their eyes pecked out by ravens as a child.

Or, perhaps, their hearts.


This is what I want my front garden to look like when I grow up (especially all the cutey litle chickens!)

Except I'm not sure about the pig. Look. It's standing next to a cow. As in bovine creature. And it's not even that much smaller. Terrifyinggggg.


Wait, hold on. What are you doing on my road, Mr. Sheep? Don't stare at me like that. It's not polite.

Oh, it's your road. I see. Sincerest apologies.

I heart the country.


I want to move here and live in the hills and have chickens and goats and never type another key stroke again. I want to write, I want to run mercilessly, I want to get lost. I want to detach, to be forgotten for a while and to understand man's place in the forest and field and sky and sea.

Only the Davsters can come. And maybe my piano. And Shakespeare. BUT THAT'S IT.

Friday, 26 October 2012


Is there anything lovelier?


See, I knew I was still half asleep when I first looked at this -- I thought the lights at the bottom were supposed to be fire, and it just seemed like an awfully cruel piece to be outside the printer's parking lot (think less dancing/more falling into a fiery abyss)

Thursday, 18 October 2012


Pretty pastels. <3 cheap Thursday pick-me-ups.


Look who I sat next to for lunch today (!!)


First of all: Scary.
Second of all: Beautiful.
Third of all: I want a baby one for a pet (as long as it never ever grows up).



It's only the best holiday of the year. Which means I pine for home more than usual this time of year. There's nothing better than surrounding yourself with people you love to remind you that (sometimes) home is portable, and is wherever your heart happens to be at a moment in time.

We had to settle for chicken instead of turkey, but it was the best looking/tasting roast chicken I have ever had. And I'm thankful for that.

pee ess, ignore the hangers on the table in the first photo... I suppose we weren't quite finished setting (or clearing, in that case).


First ever pumpkin pie (making). It looks right...

Saturday, 13 October 2012


Best Saturdays.

I'm trying to finish On The Road again quickly before going to see the film (thanks sister!). Unfortunately, I think I died a bit inside when I found out Kristen whats-her-face is playing Marylou. Epic. Fail.


I hope you never get tired of hearing it, because I'll never get tired of saying it... man I love living with a chef.

Wednesday, 10 October 2012


In just a few days, delicious rosemary oil shall be mine.



So, it's not sugar maples all a'fire, but I suppose I'll have to take what I can get...

Sunday, 7 October 2012


Bread does make everything better, it's true. I could not agree more, Mr. Quixote.


I doubt there will be many more days like this in the year.

Also can I just say -- I love numeric palindromes. AND this one is binary. Love.


Why, hello.

It says "instructions inside", but I didn't even notice it until I looked again at the photo (yes, I saw the dude in the phone booth, but still). I must go back and check out what this is about.


I want a map this size in my house.

Monday, 1 October 2012


I have decided to start something tres exciting... picklinggggg

Ah'm keen to pickle any of them there veggies I can get mah pickle-tickled hands on.

(tee hee)

Tonight's adventure includes courgettes and red onions. Results to follow.


I was counting on not getting excited over this. I was counting on staying aloof, feeling deliciously superior as I clung to my 1998 Liam Neeson masterpiece while everyone else foolishly fell at the vain feet of Hugh Jackman and Anne Hathaway. 

But then... well, just watch. Damn you Jackman and your endearing nobility. And damn you Hathaway with your stunning fragility. Now I'm excited. Jackasses. 

(but seriously... eeeeeee, can't wait!!)


Yes, that's right, I did it. I cheered for Donegal yesterday. AND LOVED EVERY SECOND. I'm not sure if it was a good match by normal standards, but I nearly peed myself with excitement.

Well spent Sunday.


That's right, that is a herd of deer right beside a herd of people. Is it called a herd of people? A gaggle? A crowd of people, I suppose, is sufficient. But it's far less enchanting than calling it, say, a murder of people (like a murder of crows... although, 'murder of people' is somewhat confusing, I know).

But look how cool the deer are... as cucumbers!


I'm pretty sure I could occupy an entire month's worth of photos of just the canal (pretty pretty pretty)

... but I wouldn't do that to you guys.