A shot of some seedlings in pots taken from above

A garden of one’s own

I love my parents’ garden. Until recently, it was always ‘our garden’: the garden I first met aged two, and the one I still pine for when things get tough. There’s nothing like going Home (with a capital H - where the roots are) and sitting in the lush green space my mum and dad … Continue reading A garden of one’s own

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A simple birthday cake with five candles in the dark, on a table.

Turning thirty in a pandemic: why I’m grateful for my isolation celebration

Not only was it the start of a new decade, but I would be entering it in entirely alien circumstances. While a year ago I would have imagined a good old family ‘do’, a large gathering, a night out with friends, a fancy meal, or a city break abroad, I would instead be spending the day mostly on my own, in the confines of my one-bedroom flat, as many others will have experienced this year.