Anknel and Burblets

dreams come out my ears and go round my head and i read them.

  • Astrid says…

    “Now I’ve seen all the nice photos you’ve taken of Edith recently, Mummy, you’re allowed to take photographs of me again now too.”

  • More days like this

    Somehow this morning seemed to organise itself. We arrived in true London fashion twenty minutes late, after making several phone calls from the car to Eireann, who was also running a bit late. Erin, Fatty, Jane and Kate were all there looking very fresh for people who not that long ago were sitting on a…

  • Adventures at home

    The girls love the little path down the side of the house where they take their brooms and hide on the little porch where there are taps to play with. It’s a lovely gentle English summer, if not a touch chilly. Life is brilliant fun – mostly. Daddy even bought mummy a new red KitchenAid…

  • Magical England

    Ah look. Here we are again. Back in civilisation. Back into the Garden of Eden. The magical English summer is upon us. Or perhaps we are upon it. The gentle sun. Pretty trees and hedgerows, wildflowers by the roadside, a sparkling river and friendly, helpful people, happy to talk about the glistening weather. Today we move…

  • No photos please

    All of a sudden Astrid won’t let me take her photo. And the camera lead crapped out. So there haven’t been many photos of late. But there will be soon. Because soon soon we’ll be back in London, back on the Heath, back on our epic walks around villages, around the Heath, up to Hampstead…

  • Roderick Road

    We’ll be back here soon.

  • I miss

    Mr Cat. Come home Mr Cat. x

  • London shopping list

    Florist measuring cups from anthropologie Someone said the real reason we’re going  to the UK is the shopping. And, while we may have laughed loudly at the time, it is more than likely the truth. Gorgeousness from anthropologie homewares department. Especially these, these and this. And these.

  • Just ask Amelie

    Lost for words. Deleted and deleted. After the past few days I have asked myself what’s really the point? I think I have. Where are the big hearts? And there, today, the most beautiful wonder appeared – and I simply thought, well, I just can’t stop smiling. And I smiled and I smiled and I…

  • The story of the 1px squiggly line

    This is what happens when you delete your flickr account without a moment’s care or hesitation. Especially when you were trying to be all clever and link all your photos from flickr. And then one night you just recklessly delete your flickr accounts. Without a care in the world. And I’m terribly sorry but I’m…

  • Garden notes

    This is our winter order from www.ediblegarden.co.nz Yesterday I actually sat on the front porch and enjoyed the sun and the new roses and thought about where I’d plant the new grapes. All the hard work is paying off – it’s a pretty good feeling being able to sit down and enjoy the garden. 1…

  • History

    Tonight I am filing things, to print out. To tick off. And I thought I would just delete EVERYTHING off my desktop. Until I found February 2006. It sort of looked important. This is our favourite house. And here’s Kevin all those four years ago the day before we got on the plane for my…