I swim for the sweet, timeless middle. Where I count, and breathe, and glide. Where, for a little while, I’m not a hassled mother, a stressed-out worker, a citizen of the modern world. But just a creature, travelling through the…
July 2017
31 apologies and 1 big thank you
I’ve always considered myself a good neighbour. The kind of neighbour that will take in your parcel for you, tell you if you’ve left your headlights on, or lend you that onion you need to make dinner. But this week…
You really have let yourself go
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Well here it is. The thing I’ve been ignoring for the last five sleep-deprived and utterly mental (good and bad) years of motherhood: My house needs some serious love. Home, you were beautiful when we…
Forget the she-shed, I’m hijacking the tree house
I don’t have a garden office – AKA ‘she-shed’ (yuk). But I wish I did. Having researched, read and written about them for various clients, I know that I really, really NEED one. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Look…
Festivals, friends and photos
Today we’re all recovering from our first family festival. It was a blast. We went to a small, friendly festy just two miles from our home on the beautiful Camel Estuary. And had a blissful two days and nights of…
Under the green fig tree. So what’s that all about?
So you’ve seen the name of my blog: Under the Green Fig Tree. Sounds cool, but what in heck’s name does it mean? Well, here’s the thing, it comes from a passage in a book that changed my life a few years…
Hourly yoga = doable
I work from home. I write. All day. In between dropping my kids at school and picking them up again. I try to swim three days a week somewhere in the middle of it all. But generally I’m at home,…