It has been a busy and blustery week so today I have some quiet and gentle finds for you from around the inter-webs that have fed my soul ...

While all the garden lies like tumbleweed and knotted nest, and hedgerow berries sour to prickle and thorn and the lanes mulch with wet rott...

I gaze at my little ones asleep and safe in their warm beds. They are so innocent, tender and new to this earth. This achingly beautiful, fr...

A few weeks ago we visited one of the oldest flour mills in the country during one of their open days. Although the mill went out of busi...

I think these might be the very last pictures I'll capture of Autumn's glory. The winds this weekend ha...

The skies may be blue but Winter's chill whispers on the breeze. Copper dyed green and rose gold leaves flicker and quiver upon bou...