Rollmöpse, things past, wish I could Ctrl+F books to find it again
1. The rollmops – pickled herring – are perfect: neither too fishy or too vinegary, just sweet and tangy. 2. I sit on the steps up to the door of our old house and pull grass seeds and sticky buds from the dog’s ears, tail and feathering. I feel nostalgic for all the time I [...]
3BT – once our own, the afternoon’s colours, nightmare-inducing
1. It’s still early for Armley and the woods are our own again. I tell Lily about the adventures the cats got up to when they lived here. It feels like a million years ago now. I thought I’d never been able to let it go but it’s been surprisingly easy. 2. The dusky pink [...]
3BT – white world, worry, tell-tale signs
1. We wake up to a world even whiter than before. Even the tiniest branches are covered with inches of snow. It looks so cold but under our giant duvet together, we’re blissfully warm. 2. I’ve been worrying about the old house for a couple of days – we hadn’t been back to check on [...]
