Wednesday, 26 October 2011



I watch my Mother sit with Lily in her arms, reading her the worn and much loved stories unearthed from our time capsule of an attic and I wonder how much moments like these must send her tumbling back to her time with us as young children. I am struck with the feeling that I have a rare glimpse in to how she once was with me and instantly I too am transported to a time where most of my days were spent just so, curled up with my Mother, begging her for just one more fairy tale.

Dressing For Dinner

Tuesday, 25 October 2011