I read with sadness this week that the Lynn Tait Gallery gift shop in Old Leigh High Street is to close, around 30 years after it was first opened. Its founder, Lynn, passed away in the summer of 2017 and the family have decided to close the shop this Christmas.
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I was in the Broadway on Saturday and I came out of the Co-op with my Halloween balloons and my oat milk and saw that people were kind of milling around, holding shopping bags, staring at the road. Two people were having a spectacular argument in their cars, over a parking space. I mean, they were seriously effing and jeffing...
I've always been compelled by mad weather. I remember going to watch 101 Dalmations at Southend Odeon one Christmas as a kid, and when we came out, it had snowed massively while we were inside.
They're back! Have you seen them? Have you heard them?
They're back! Have you seen them? Have you heard them? Our winter tenants, the Brent Geese, have made their way over from boggy Arctic tundra and they've settled yet again on our mudflats, on our estuary shores.
Last night I saw the opening night of The Wipers Times and it is one of the most enjoyable, poignant and funny plays I've seen in a long time.
It was what can only be described as a 'Rainbow' weekend for our fave Ray Morgan .....
Opaques. This is my signifier for the turn of the season: the return of opaques. I'm clearly a bore about this, because my Facebook 'On This Day' shows a roll-call of early-September status posts about getting my black opaque tights out of retirement for Autumn. But it does feel like change, doesn't it?
Bank Holiday Monday; the weather was actually good for once, right? No clouds, no rain, no sad faces because we were trapped inside with faces pressed up to the windows thinking of all the fun we *could* be having.
I don't know about you, but my Facebook and Instagram feeds are full of other people's holidays at the moment.
As some of you regular readers may know, I moved into a new home in March, and it's been a lovely 5 months getting the place sorted.
I've been spending some time at my parents' allotment lately, and I am astounded at how good it is for the soul to be somewhere peaceful, away from the buzz of everyday life; somewhere to truly switch off.
It's a nice segue, given that last week's blog was about not driving, that this week I'm talking... coach journeys! Saviour of the non-driving yet UK trip-loving individual!
Some people find it strange that at almost 33, I've never sat behind the wheel of a car...
I've blogged here before about how I've got a garden for the first time in my life, and let me tell you, I feel overwhelmed by how much there is to learn.
I once wrote a poem called 'Middle Class Woes' which are a bit like 'First World Problems', and the poem was inspired by the time I ran out of newspaper to wrap something in, and had to use Vogue.
This weekend I went to see 'California Suite' at the Dixon Studio (Palace Theatre) and I'll be honest, I really didn't know what to expect......
I spent my weekend listening to bands, drinking out of plastic pint glasses, dancing to music, performing my poems and wearing a swishy silver floor length skirt...
I went on holiday to Cornwall recently and fell in love with it all over again after brilliant childhood holidays spent there, predominantly because the week involved...