Norah’s Wild Rumpus; Scafell Pike

Norah’s book has always been ‘Where the Wild Things Are’, by Maurice Sendak, we read it to her throughout my pregnancy, nicknamed her our Wild Thing, and painted scenes from the book to hang in her room. When Norah died, Where the Wild Things Are took on a new meaning; we felt as though a…

Restorative Insignificance

Now that the days are lighter and brighter we are beginning to spend a little more time in our garden. We have never had a garden of our own, before we moved in to our current home we lived in an old chapel which meant our garden was a public grave yard. Although we miss…