Author: Gillie

I can’t deny the heart-longing for the Welsh hills, for the grey slate roofs of the cottages, even the damp seeping into the bones.

I’m really relaxing into the late evening now, glass of wine in hand. The last of the sun filters through the trees in a distant park; it is sublimely peaceful. The waiter reappears. Le dessert peut-être?

‘Tis the season of sunflowers in Wakefield

Everywhere I walked there were day lilies. Huge clumps of them. Each flower so perfect, blooming just for that one day

What does one wear to a wedding that one won’t be attending?

I needed that, the sudden shock of something longed for, manifest.

Come with me, on my favourite walk at this time of year, down Mill Road alongside the La Pêche river

Unless you have spent time with sheep, you are likely to see them as virtually identical. Not at all. I’d have you know that sheep are all individuals with their own characters and peculiarities.

Received wisdom has it that you should never knit your boyfriend a sweater.

If I had to describe Wakefield as a colour, it would be the colour red.

small day to day experiences can hold just as much richness as visits to exotic lands, or just as much of a thrill as leaping off tall buildings.

I’ve been asking my plants the same questions I ask my team “How are you doing?” “What do you need?”