• One year ago today I was exploring the ruins of Pompeii with the BFG. We were holidaying on the Amalfi Coast, staying in a cosy family-run bed and breakfast just outside the town of Praiano. We had already walked the Path of the Gods, drank more

  • Monday, 7:52am The house is filled with the smell of our sourdough loaf, baking in the oven. Immy had waffles with whipped cream and caramel syrup for breakfast. Soon, we will settle down at the table for another week of work, and school. This

  • 10:19am, Saturday. Jemima is curled up in a ball pressed up against my leg, and I am propped up in bed with my laptop, a pile of books and a cup of coffee. Outside the air is a wet and cold 9 degrees, and I don’t have to be anywhere for at

  • I’ve arranged for a taxi to pick me up from the hotel at 7am, so that I can do the Campuan Ridge Walk in the cool of the morning. At 6:30am, there is a tentative knock on my door – breakfast is brought into my room and laid out on

  • This is the first post in a series called Slow Travel – a way of experiencing new places without a guidebook or checklist of things to see and do. Instead, slow travel for me is a celebration of a place in all it’s small, local ways

  • The other day Immy was telling me that they have something they do at school called Daily 5. This is a 50-minute period, split into ten minutes intervals, covering off the same five things each day (reading to yourself, reading out loud, word

  • Last year before turning forty, I found myself thinking about taking a break from my life. I found the thought of stepping off the merry-go-round that is work and deadlines and commutes enormously appealing. So I spoke to my boss, set a date and

  • At the beginning of October, I turned forty. To celebrate, the BFG and our kids and I flew to Sydney to spend a couple of days there with his parents, enjoying the beach and the sun and all the things we’d planned in celebrating this

  • In less than a week I’ll be forty. It feels completely surreal, because in so many ways I’ve spent most of my adult life wondering when it’s all going to click and I’m going to feel like an actual grownup. The last few

  • Things I’d like to remember about our life right now. Immy under my feet, dancing and high-kicking through the house, singing the same line from the same song over and over again, completely tunelessly and with absolute abandon. Her

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