Several months ago, my glorious Hector and I were enjoying a cup of earl grey, a slight wordle fracas and a morning chat in bed when his phone pinged. It was from a friend of ours, and it was a social media post about a lurcher looking for a new home. At this point it had only been 3 months since we had lost our beautiful Elsie Spindles, and quite honestly we were struggling with her loss. We looked at each other and agreed it was far too soon to even think about having another one, although...

Some of you who peruse my blog (my dad) may have noticed that it has been some considerable time since I posted on here. I find that creativity, as most things in life, ebbs and flows. Losing our beautiful Elsie Spindlehound in the summer of 2025 was very difficult, and for a while I felt disinclined to give myself time and room to think. It was far easier to occupy myself with reading books I had already read, comfort film watching and anything formulaic where my mind was kept busy but I...

I am writing this as I peer out of the window on a cloudy Spring day. Sadly this does not show the garden at its best, nor you could...