Miss Pickering

latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.        (P.G. Wodehouse)When ex shop display squash are tossed in spices and roasted, flecked with...

as time goes by.Life has changed, scrolling, swiping, an endless stream of controlled images with the odd butterfly filter to make us seem less rigid. "Look, I'm a real person! I'm just searching for approval behind this golden glow and naive animation...

'cause you don't think i know what you've donebut when you call me babyi know I'm not the only one.There have been two delphinium harvests, the Highlands of Scotland, the wilds of Exmoor and everywhere in between.Damsons have been turned into ice-cream...

I fell down the rabbit hole that is owning a puppy.I have never been here before, it is filled with joyous choral angels and butterflies and you land softly on a bed of cashmere.There have also been weddings, and a wonderful flower school and parties...