Life is too short to dust….

I grew up in a very magical and creative home, my dad an antique dealer my mum a designer so our house was filled with clutter, interesting bits of furniture, bold colours and collections and to be quite honest with you trying to keep it clean could be a bit Read more…

The gift of time.

I wrote this blog whilst sat on the beach watching my dog digging like his life depended on it – I can assure you it doesn’t. I had a week off last week and I didn’t go anywhere but I needed the time, I needed the time not only to Read more…

Walking is my thing.

Walking is my thing, it’s always been my thing. Even as a small child it was my thing – to calm me, to get me to sleep, I was walked.As I got older and hit my teens and life became more of a struggle whenever I was stressed or anxious Read more…