Memories of Summer








D.H. LawrenceThe lake lies dim and milky…..the mountains are dark blue… the sky glistens… the light burns gold.
Memories of Summer








D.H. LawrenceThe lake lies dim and milky…..the mountains are dark blue… the sky glistens… the light burns gold.

Spring is rapidly evolving into summer but is it too late to empty those packets of seed into the ground in the belief that they will not sprout just to become food for the slugs and snails. This is reality gardening.
‘We have been planting tiny grains of seed in the front bed, in the pious or religious belief that they will resurrect next spring as Clarkia, Calceolaria, Campanula, Larkspur and Scabious.” Virginia Woolf

“Do not eat when not hungry, and always dine light in the evening, chew well, and only use simple, well-cooked ingredients. Wine should be moderated, small portions but often, not outside of a meal or on an empty stomach. Do not delay or prolong your visits to the lavatory.” Leonardo (Codex Atlanticus 213v).

Dove Cottage at the edge of Grasmere was full of surprises. I always imagined that it was set back on the fell side rather than in the middle of habitation. In fact, the road that runs past its front was, in its day, the main road from Kendal to Whitehaven and would have been incredibly busy.


“It was a cold grey day in late November. The weather had changed overnight, when a backing wind brought a granite sky and a
mizzling rain with it, and although it was now only a little after two o’clock in the afternoon the pallor of a winter evening seemed to have closed upon the hills, cloaking them in mist. It would be dark by four.”
- Du Maurier

What we do not write
For those who do exist
We write for those
Who do not exist