Author: Anne M Scriven

On return from a short break up to the wilds of Ardnamurchan, we found this beautiful hand-drawn image on our kitchen chalkboard. A gift from our lovely dog-sitter, the talented Diana Notman. All the more lovely as it is fleeting.

As, possibly, the only person on the planet who cannot seem to grow the simple potato, I am delighting in my flowering plants. This, allegedly, is some kind of celeriac. It may be edible but, for now, I think it I will just look at it. It surely deserves that.    

'Within our darkest night, You kindle a fire that never dies away, never dies away, within our darkest night.' (Communauté de Taizé, 1991)

While we cannot travel physically very far, we may yet travel in our minds. The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim -- the book I give as a gift -- has the power to transport us to a beautiful, tranquil, soul-healing place. It also carries one of the loveliest adverts of all time on its… Continue reading Perfection

Published this week, a lovely wee collection of stories and poems in aid of The Ambulance Staff Charity -- a worthy cause if there every was one. Our lovely friend, LRS Genevieve, is amongst the talented contributors. The anthology is the perfect choice for dipping into, while sipping a chilled refreshment in a shady nook,… Continue reading Stories from Home