Been for a bike ride - tide was coming in, on that slow thoughtful way it occasionally does. This is Piel Island - we're lucky to live in Barrow

“FLOW doesn’t want your applause — it wants your bones.” A no-bullshit review of Kate Davis’s tidal, lyrical novel-in-verse. Grief, myth, survival — and the sea that swallows everything.

I've come to the unilateral decision to ban anyone in Cumbria from saying 'heft' in a poem, unless they can show they have at least 10yrs continuous experience in the practical aspects of working with sheep.

Sorry if this seems harsh- it's for your own good

Here's a bit of this afternoon's dolphin leaping going on off our Barrow beach

There are a lot of orchids this year! The slag banks of Barrow-in-Furness are bright with them. I never see one without hearing myself give a small intake of breath.

Our little Morris dance group has fab costumes and an eclectic approach to what we do and how we do it. Here's one of our takes on the traditional Morris Beast

Just read The haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. I don't read ghosts and the supernatural so I've been avoiding it. It's completely wonderful! She's one of those writers who fill me with admiration and make my little heart ache briefly when I do that unbidden comp - SJ writing / my writing