Sunday, June 12, 2011


Before I went to London I played with my new desk, making a space for it and myself in a jumble of rubble and stored things. It now looks like a shrine to Robin Hobb.
On my return I found ruby jewels in the garden.
And London? Well. The Pop Up Festival began this week and they have so much planned. It is ambitious, expansive, inclusive, exciting, enticing, informing, playful and much much more.


I met and talked to children in a library, The West Library, in Islington ( and in my mind, Neverwhere by Neil Gaimon). Then the next day I went to The Grant Museum and as a result am now haunted by a jar of moles. So many stories tied up in this place. I think for me the most disturbing thing I saw was the Tasmanian Tiger skin and skeleton. For the children the most disturbing thing was probably me telling them how polar bears lick the ice clean after a kill. Perhaps a bit too graphic and I don't think any of them will ever ask for one of those slush puppy things you get in newsagents again.


And meanwhile I found that my garden obsession could continue as Robin and I wandered a wonderful city allotment while Robin's brother Jeremy picked strawberries for our supper.


I have so much work to do. And supper calls. In the oven, butternut squash, bright golden, roasting to be made into soup, and beetroots also roasting in their deep red for a beetroot and yoghurt creation tomorrow.


  1. How macabre, Mole jam. It looks a fascinating trip.

  2. ooo..beetroot & yoghurt! will you be posting a recipe? love the dog & the flying moles! you're probably doing those kids a favor by turning them off from those slushpuppy things, given what the ingredient list could contain!

  3. for the beetroot recipe.
    My head is spinning from all the work I have to do and the work that I want to do, which are not both one and the same thing. So, hopefully I will get a great deal of it done before I go to Art in Action.

  4. Pardon me while I drool over your new desk. I love that style of escritoire. Lucky you! As for Neil Gaimon's Neverwhere -- How can anyone have that much inventiveness and imagination and not have a head the size of a small bus? (Oh, it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. . .) Doesn't it just drive you wild when you can't do things you want to do because you have to do something you really don't want to do? I want one of those magic pocket watches that can stop time for as long as you want, and then start it back up again.

  5. I love the winged moles! Looks like you freed their souls so they can now fly to where they have been longing to fly to for a long time...

    MoleSouls.... =:o)