It began, as most good stories do, with an impulse. A warm, lazy afternoon beckoned, and the grass of my garden, lush and vibrant after a recent shower, looked too inviting to resist. With a sigh of contentment, I slipped off my sandals and stepped out. The cool, dewy grass was the first greeting. Each…

There’s a moment just before dawn in the woods that feels like the world is holding its breath. It’s not empty, this pre-light quiet, but brimming with the anticipation of everything about to unfold. The air is cool, carrying the deep, earthy scent of sleeping roots and damp moss, a perfume unique to the vanishing…

Some days, a walk promises nothing but sunshine and familiar paths. Others, like a recent afternoon with my girls, become entirely unscripted adventures. We’d barely stretched our legs from home when the sky, without so much as a polite cough, unleashed an absolute torrent. Not just a shower, but a determined, drenching downpour that had…

The world always seems to hum a different tune when I’m walking with my daughter, Ro. My usual grown-up stride slows to her curious amble, and my carefully curated thoughts give way to a delightful, unpredictable stream of consciousness. It’s like seeing the familiar paths of Poole, the very ones I trace alone, for the…

There’s an undeniable sweetness to these lingering summer days here in Poole, isn’t there? That warm sunshine, the open invitation of our coastal paths, the sheer delight of light clothing and effortless outdoor steps. We drink it all in, almost convincing ourselves this vibrant warmth might last forever. Yet, a quiet knowing settles in my…

There’s a whisper of joy that often greets me on my daily walks, a silent promise painted across the landscape, undeniable and bright. It’s the color yellow. More than just a shade, it feels like a frequency, a wavelength of pure, unfiltered optimism that permeates the world, especially when I’m out amongst its unfolding beauty…

Today, as I walked the familiar paths here in Poole, amidst the gentle hum of the day, my eyes fell upon a sight that brought me to a quiet halt. There, on the cold pavement, lay a solitary bee. Not just a lifeless insect, but a tableau of silent heroism. Its tiny body, usually a…

Oh, how quickly our days can rush by, can’t they? So often, we find ourselves caught in the whirl of “to-dos” and digital pings, longing for moments of true connection. For me, the most beautiful answer has unfolded, step by gentle, sun-kissed step, on countless walks with my own children. It’s from these cherished strolls…

There are moments in life that aren’t merely seen, but truly felt. They arrive unbidden, perhaps in the quiet hush before dawn or the expansive stretch of an evening sky. It’s then, when the ordinary curtain of our day briefly lifts, that a powerful and humbling sensation descends upon us – what I cherish as…