The First Time I Saw Mrs Nettle Move
A quiet stop motion film, a hidden forest world, and the story of how Mrs Nettle first began to take shape somewhere deep in my imagination.
A quiet stop motion film, a hidden forest world, and the story of how Mrs Nettle first began to take shape somewhere deep in my imagination.
Seven months into living in Lithuania, I am reflecting on what this move has really felt like: expensive, emotional, surprising, and quietly clarifying.
I didn’t plan any of this (sort of). All I really wanted after handing over the café was slower living, some breathing space, more time with the kids, doing something creative again, and a bit of life that wasn’t run on coffee orders and timers. Nothing dramatic. But part of slowing down meant I finally…
A slow September Sunday with spiced coffee, crepes and jam on the terrace. Not an everyday brew, but a little ritual I savour while the weather is still warm.
Last Sunday was quite spontaneous for me. In afternoon I popped in to my neighbour’s who suggested we go for a walk. What? For a walk? I know no parks around here in London where I live! However I went along and took Sarah (my new flatmate) with me. After about 20min we reached a river Lea surrounded by…
A visit to my grandma’s house — full of old-fashioned things, well-worn furniture, and a style that feels lived in rather than styled.