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A taste of the feature

In Blog, Photography on July 29, 2011 at 10:54 am

The idea of living somewhere with no foundations appeals greatly. Homemade, homegrown, home sweet. We are just about to leave for a wedding in the Lake District. Some lovely friends marrying and then leaving to travel around the world on their bicycles for a year and a bit. It’s not that they’re remotely escaping, they love it here, but it’s the sense of wonder at what else there is that gets – and has got – them. Tomorrow is a day that can be different to today in every way.

Whilst it’s a joy making somewhere (with traditional walls and roof) a home, I will always pick weeds and plonk them in a vase, living, NOT in a house/flat/somewhere with a sturdy roof and walls, will always interest me. This will be shown very clearly in a feature in issue one. I am lucky enough to know a brilliant photographer and friend, Stella Mason, who has illustrated this interest and love perfectly. Two uni fellows living a different dream.

I’ll tell you about the wedding when I get back. Congraulations Emily and Tom! Have a great weekend xoxo

I’ll leave you with a favourite song – Emily and I share a love of Roy Harper. This is the moment I realised his greatness, SEE.

Features, features, features!

In Active, Food on July 24, 2011 at 12:08 pm

The trouble is that there is so much to write about. So many people, places and worlds to discuss, question and ponder on. Everywhere I go these days I see 1) Lions – they’re everywhere; doorknobs, statues, graffiti, biscuits. Everywhere. 2) Features.

Yesterday, SATURDAY, my boyfriend and I got up early and ceased the day by cycling 15 miles (?) to The Walled Garden, just outside of Wrington. We first tried to drive here a while back and ended up at someone’s house named, coincidentally, The Walled Garden. Right village, wrong place. Blame smart phones. After we asked some locals where to find the secret garden however, we found it up a steep hill.

We were immediately entranced with the beautiful and abundantly colourful, lush garden. Stone walled and with a mesmerising view that with the misty skies, felt poetic and as if time and city had utterly deserted us. Sadly the famous Ethicurian cafe was closed for a wedding that day, but we vowed to return to the pretty place.

So with lavendar wafting the wall’s exterior, we entered the garden and cafe with our bikes yesterday. Like a blanket of summer, the garden’s warmth and growing vegetation was bright and life infusing. We sat, faces to the sun, and legs stretched on the wooden benches. We drank large cups of coffee and ate sticky toffee and apple cake. Before leaving we wandered around the cafe, pretty glass bottles filled with wild flowers, brightly coloured yet delicate artwork, thick wood and enormous windows, framed with white paint.

I often think about what my cafe would be like. I spend so much time in them and find them fascinating (see my article here from a year or so ago). I’d love to write a story and find out more about the greatness that is The Walled Garden and The Ethicurian cafe. I sort of want to keep it as secret as I can, but then Lionheart is to be a treasure chest, full of gems.

Where shall we go?

In Diary on July 17, 2011 at 4:06 pm


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Apparently, as well as sweeping generalisations, I like to place items, people and thoughts into decades and centuries. I’ve been told this many a time. I suppose I do. However, I think by placing something within a world of pre-considered sensations, adding new ones as time passes and libraries grow, makes for a place you can walk within.

Breathe in the scents, hear the voices and wildlife, walk the fashions, drink the spirits and bask in the weather and conversation. Or just watch from afar. Many places I think about, I’ve never been to before in my life – including the vast majority of time – but I will imagine them from thoughts, tiny snippets and emotions. Through this I can create a colourful place, that I like to describe with words. Whether it’s realistic, I couldn’t tell you, but it’s good to walk through. It’s good to get away. And this is just the beginning really isn’t it?

Here follow some places:


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Pastel Tres Leches

In Food on July 11, 2011 at 1:58 pm


Nook Eatery

One day a long time ago, I had a day off work which I decided to use with a trip to London and the darling old theatre. It was the winter of the flu virus and alas, after doing the online test the day before my London trip, I was convinced I had been struck by the beast. I couldn’t speak or move, I was boiling hot and I was extremely sorry for myself. But I had tickets to a show and I decided that as well as needing TLC, I was not very contagious and I could definitely stomach most types of food. I could probably also buy a dress. At a push.

So I walked in a daze to the train station with no voice to my name. Once there I met my parents in Islington. Communication was difficult, but we/I steered towards the Mexican cafe I was fond of after an internship in the area a while back, and proceeded to show them videos on my camera of my flat and cat. ‘Look! Our lovely little place! Happy!’ I said with my eyesssss.

Anyway, as well as watching the wonderful Breakfast At Tiffany’s with Anna Friel that day, I experienced a taste sensation that was Pastel Tres Leches – aka three milk cake. A rich mexican cake, topped with soft meringue.

Strike a light.

Delicious. AS delicious as Parkin Pie and Sticky Toffee Pudding. It made me extremely happy sitting in that little Mexican cafe in East London. Indeed as we strolled around ‘the rest’ of London, between screaming silence with all my might, I vowed to make milk cake.

Obviously I didn’t. But the other day whilst on twit, I came across the recipe. Marvelous, I know! This recipe is from Nook Eatery, which is a ‘cosy eatery in Stellenbosch’, South Africa. I implore you to make it. I definitely, definitely will, it’s perfect for a summer evening. Or a winter one. In fact any darn time.

Ah South Africa. Never been, would love to.

the house that liberty built.

In Craft, Fashion on July 5, 2011 at 9:32 am


Laura and Alfie B Tana Lawn, Liberty Art Fabrics

I do love to walk around Liberty‘s wooden haven. I like to do it alone; waft around without a look to a clock, run my fingers through the silks, stare at the perfectly formed luggage for steam trains, inhale the rose scented perfumes and imagine lying on a liberty print sofa, dressed in a long loose jumpsuit, with a perfect china tea cup and a poached egg atop a waffle.

Liberty‘s A/W 2011 Print Collection is a wonder: ‘Liberty Rocks encapsulates the creativity and energy that has defined pop and rock over the last 50 years.’Each one of them immerses you in another little world. One of fantasy and possibilities outside the normal realms we dwell in. This is why I believe textile design is so fantastic and integral; each one is an imagined bubble of existence, wrapping you up and taking you somewhere you remember, or have never been before. And they’re oh so pretty of course.


Symposium C Tana Lawn, Liberty Art Fabrics

Adelajda A Tana Lawn, Liberty Art Fabrics

Elizabeth Ann C Tana Lawn, Liberty Art Fabrics

Thorgerson B Tana Lawn, Liberty Art Fabrics

A Birthday C Tana Lawn, Liberty Art Fabrics

Ornithology A Tana Lawn, Liberty Art Fabrics

All fabrics available at Liberty.

two particular things that made me happy this week

In Art, Music on July 1, 2011 at 9:12 am

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1. c/o Emily, who said it “makes her want to make ART work again”. This is a very good thing, as her own paper art skills are a wonder. Art for art.

There have been a collection of paper sculptures with clues linking them with Ian Rankin‘s books, left all around Edinburgh, by an ‘anonymous individual’.

Quote from the Guardian:

‘The Filmhouse creation is a model of a cinema, with a tiny paper Rankin sitting in the audience drinking a bottle of Deuchars and warriors on horseback leaping from the screen. The National Library, meanwhile, received a model of a coffin and a gramophone sculpted from a copy of Rankin’s novel Exit Music. A note left with the Filmhouse’s model read “For @filmhouse – a gift – In support of Libraries, Books, Words, Ideas … & All things *magic*”, while a quote from Francis Ford Coppola, “I think cinema, movies, and magic have always been closely associated”, was cut and pasted onto the model.

Earlier this year, the Scottish Poetry Library found an intricate paper tree on a table, alongside a note saying “this is for your support of libraries, books, words and ideas”. A gold-leafed paper egg shell beside the tree contained delicate paper bunting, which when unfurled made up the Edwin Morgan poem “A Trace of Wings”, an elegy for the poet Basil Bunting.’

2. c/o Carmel

Carmel and I were torn apart by graduating and choosing different places to dwell. Silly. To overcome our voids, we often send youtube music videos, as opposed to writing enormous essays to each other. Although we do also do this, as well as sending each other packages full of miscellaneous; tea bags, bracelets, tops we don’t want, candles, glitter, postcards and cuttings. But the youtube videos are a quick nod, ‘maaaate’! Sometimes they say all that needs to be said. Plus on a competitive level, we can try and outdo each other with new music discoveries.

The other day, Caramel Carmac McCarmellicos, sent me this, by Andrew Bird. I implore you to listen to it.

Happy weekend xoxo