All posts tagged: bright spots

Bright Spots | Week Seven

Stirring slowly on a Sunday evening, the best antidote to end-of-weekend blues I know. The twilight sky on my 26th birthday, muting slowly to a pale violet. Heartfelt wishes from far and wide (the nicest bit about birthdays, don’t you think?) – emails from Germany and South Africa, from Seattle and Singapore, a pile of parcels, handwritten snail mail. Fancy coffee from my deskmate and a round of candles to blow out, to the tune of sweet colleagues, in our cubicle. Root vegetable dhal and homemade tortilla chips and Dishoom’s spicy, bottomless chai. Quiet nights reading in a lukewarm bath, candle flickering on the sill. My sister’s sweetness and birthday cheer, and the cakes (x2!) she baked to celebrate me. Faces from far-distant lands lit on blue screens and wishes echoing down the wires. Saturday antiquing in a sleepy seaside town and the day he planned, crisp tickets clutched in our fists as we boarded the high-speed train to the coast for a birthday to rival them all. It ended us two, bench-bound on the …

Bright Spots | As The Year Draws In

        Our neighbourhood, as Christmas draws near. I mean, would you look at those mismatched socks pegged at the window? My heart. Fir trees standing sentry outside every pub on the Uxbridge Road. Thoughtful gifts, chosen with such care and attention. Sweet friends. A superlative sandwich in the fanciest of joints, to wish a colleague well. Frost spread across the field, as though a fairy-child made mischief with a pot of glitter overnight. The traditions we have sown, taking root in their second year – an early Christmas dinner for just the two of us, truffles tucked into bookshelves and baskets for hungry hands to seek, Sunday morning swims rewarded with brunch at home. Scribbling Christmas cards, licking stamps, and waltzing to the Post Office to stand in line, admiring packages under the arms of those in front, stamped, glittered, stickered. Wandering the suburban charity shops on a Friday noon for foraged treasures (vintage suitcase, check!), a favourite pastime of mine. Mist clinging to the air, peeling away as the day marches on. Mama, home from …

Bright Spots | Week Thirty-Eight

Celebrating the marriage of old friends (fourteen years and counting!!!) with botanical cocktails, aubergine parmigiana and plenty of laughter. Leaves underfoot. An hour talking on a bench in the village graveyard, speaking of the future (which seemed, at the time, appropriate…) Lemon queens (a helianthus variant) sprouting around the neighbourhood, swaying in the evening wind. Four days with my family by the sea. The view across the water from Royal William Yard. Walks on the hills crouched above Plymouth Sound. Giggles aplenty with my mama and Elle. Watching my little sister graduate, teary-eyed with pride. My sweet, sweet dad, who drove his feverish, cold-ridden daughter all the way back to her flat in Zone 2 to save her from the tube. The same dad who pulled over and turned around, without a single complaint, when it transpired said daughter had left her purse on the kitchen table in an uncharacteristic fit of febrile abstraction. (Seriously, thanks dad.) My tall and lovely musician, the best (tea-brewing, dhal-making, head-stroking) nurse a poorly girl could wish for. How contented I feel, happy now, looking forward …

Bright Spots | Week Thirty & Thirty-One

+ quiet evenings under glum skies + watering the tomatoes in the garden as the sky thickens with dusk + city grit between my toes + falling asleep while the summer sky is flecked with blue + homemade caramelised onion hummus on toast (but of course) + the joy of being surprised by Ashley in Scotland + climbing Arthur’s Seat + the European flags draped from many’a window in the Burgh + Geranium ‘Rozanne’, producing a glut of delicate mauve flowers in our border right now    + it was a week snowed under at work, but little treats left on our desks by kind freelancers cheered us all up (chocolate coins, an apple, a cup of excellently brewed tea) + home-grown spring onions; the little garden that could! + the Olympic Opening Ceremony, how rare to watch such pure, unbridled joy these days + the Olympic everything: as always, I’m obsessed and delighted + a fleeting twenty-four hours in Devon with my favourite sister + our signature sister brunch at Boston’s – smoked salmon …