Here I am

It was an overcast bank holiday Monday in Norfolk, with an afternoon spent indoors wearing far too many cardigans, which resulted in me finally beginning this. I got as far as setting up the page before being called to make Dad's birthday cupcakes (vanilla sponge, buttercream icing in an eggshell blue that entirely unintentionally matched Mum's Poole pottery). It is only now, three days later, that I am properly beginning.


But here it is. I am writing. I hope you'll read.