Friday Bits and Bobs.

A glimpse of my messy Spring garden. The rose in the foreground is L.D Braithwaite, by David Austin. A vivid red rose.

Ah, Friday. How quickly thou doth arrive.

Yesterday I skived off with a dear friend for a couple of hours, and we went for a hoon on her broom. She and I sashayed around a couple of villages, sitting in cafes, huddling by open fires, (still very much required at this time of the year). We had a good long chat, and drank chaicolates, (it’s a word, despite google’s stern attempts at correcting me).

We stroked Turkish rugs, and sighed over wares from Istanbul. We also wandered into one of those deliciously smelly apothecary-type shops. There we slathered various body lotions all over our hands and wrists, (huffing them until our noses were dabbed with cream). When we eventually emerged, we wafted down the street – a harlot’s bouquet of every scent known to womankind and beyond. And we giggled in the witches’ shop at the statues with large pectoral muscles.

I heartily recommend fabulously silly playtime with woman friends.

Some linkies for you…

There is comfort and peace to be found in Derek Walcott’s beautiful poem ‘Love After Love’. A poem of returning home to one’s self.

Faerie magazine has a series of Stardust limited edition signed prints. This one is my favourite, and reminds me of William Blake’s imagery.

How would you like to head home to this wee retreat?

I’m really rather enjoying this book, at the moment.

I’ve been on a bit of a nostalgia trip with French films. I watched and re-watched many of these faves, (no doubt familiar to so many), when I was doing my PhD years ago. I was trying to brush up my creaky French because I wanted to read French theory in its original format, as well as in translation. Watching films was a fun way to get my brain thinking in the language:

Manon Des Sources (1985) This film made a big impression upon me as a young teenager, just as did Thomas Hardy’s tales of love and rural tragedy. And a young Emmanuelle Beart is enchanting as a goatherd, running wild around the French countryside. Good old-fashioned storytelling.

Trois Coleurs Bleu (1993) exquisite, devastating, and ultimately hopeful.

The Widow of St Pierre (2001) set in 1840’s Nova Scotia. A beautifully made film. Juliette Binoche is mesmerising.

La Fille D’Artagnan (1994) A delightfully silly swashbuckler, with a female heroine (Sophie Marceau). It’s gorgeous to look at, and Marceau brings charm and athleticism to the role as musketeer D’Artagnan’s daughter. Lots of fun.


That’s all from me for a wee while. I’m flitting off on a plane next week, so apart from the Instagrin, I shall be largely absent from the interweblies. Happy Full Moon, and I hope you have a gorgeous weekend, wherever you are!

Cheerio blossoms! xxx

8 thoughts on “Friday Bits and Bobs.

  1. sounds like a perfectly lovely day…

    that poem is beautiful! “give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life”…

    the darling tree-room. i want one.

    i’m happy to see the french films you listed. we’ve worked our way through a bunch of fairly recent ones, and were sad to see no new ones on netflix lately. it started when i persuaded the husband to watch “amelie” with me one time, and he got hooked. he’s very fond of france—the only place he’s been on the continent, i think, apart from a trip to sweden years ago—so i think it’s as much about wanting to go back again as it is any plot or characters thing. maybe we can track down some of these. we do a lot of ‘visual escapism’ from ‘merica these days…

    enjoy your trip!


    1. Isn’t that Walcott poem beautiful? I’d read it years ago, and then the wonderful Maria Popova reminded me…

      Some of those films above are quite dated, but I still love ’em. Also, I forgot to mention – Jean de Florette is the first film in a two-part story. Manon des Sources is the second part. Kind of a bucolic French cliche, that (I reckon) still stands the test of time and beauty. xx


  2. Checking out your book recommendation has just led me, as these things do, to several others I’d no idea existed. Magic breadcrumbs, eh? Enjoy your journey x


  3. Those magic breadcrumbs have led me here, and I’m happy to have discovered your lovely blog. I shall enjoy following along. It sounds like a good day out indeed. The time for open fires is coming here too. Gorgeous tree house, I should like that very much. Haven’t read The Muse, but I’ve just finished The Miniaturist and enjoyed it.


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