You may have seen it, but maybe you didn’t. We’re moving. To halfway across the world, to Australia, to a place where it feels like everything is upside down, the wrong way and inside out. We leave the start of summer to arrive in the beginning of a new winter. It’s all different, the seasons are different, the food is a little different, the lifestyle is different, even the air smells different. I’m sitting here writing this in a house that is slowly emptying out and existing within boxes more and more each day. We are excited. And nervous. And tired. But mainly…Read More
The bright mornings. The dawn chorus waking us gently from our slumber (yes, a little earlier than I’d hope for). Drawing the curtains back to see a slow explosion of green, small snatches of blue and purple as the wisteria in our garden begins to open. Our drives into town are now peppered with big and small white and woolly friends, sheep and their small lambs appearing, and we said hello to some small ducklings yesterday as they bobbed down the river with their mama.
While we are very much a secular family, we celebrate Easter…Read More
Power to the Mother is a series of interviews on the transformative, diverse and empowering experience of motherhood.
Over the past couple of weeks I have had the pleasure of speaking to Leata-Mae D’Avoine, a birth worker, doula, and mother to one about her experiences of motherhood. I’ve loved following Leata-Mae for a while, she has an incredibly open and honest approach to sharing her motherhood, and is a huge advocate for birthing women’s rights. Read on to find out more about her path to becoming a doula, her mindful approach to the simple things in life, and some important words on being a birthing mother of colour in the UK…Read More
Motherhood is not a day with a card and a bunch of flowers, it’s not defined by a gift that was purchased or a t-shirt welcoming you to the club. My motherhood is a bit messy and a bit tiring. It’s not the pretty instagram-filtered version that I wheel out on occasion of tadpole hunting and perfect rainbows stacked on shelves of pine cones and beautiful books, and it’s not the shit-show representation that causes me to sink into a large gin and tonic every night. It sits somewhere in between, in moments of laughter and wanders over for unwarranted cuddles and sighs as she finally, finally falls asleep holding my hand while downstairs the washing up sits unwashed and there are two peg people living under the sofa…Read More
We love books in this house, and none more than beautiful children’s books. I’m so thankful that in this stage of toddlerhood Eilish has an insatiable appetite for books. There’s lots of “more, more” as books are finished, and bedtime could often be eeked out for two, three, four books more.
Seasonal books are a must in this house, and it’s one of our favourite rituals, our way of saying goodbye to the old season and welcoming in the new. Due to the size of our house - and our budget - I favour buying books that are going to have longevity, ones...Read More
There was a song. It was a nice song discovered at 38 weeks pregnant, hurriedly added to a birth playlist in a fit of mild panic and forgotten about. It was a song listened to in labour that took on new meaning, it would swell and swoop and with it my excitement would soar. I would grip onto the fireplace through contractions, knuckles white, and cry at the pain and the beauty of each…Read More
Welcome to spring. I’m so excited to share with you the first in a series of seasonal guides, The Family Collective Guide to Spring. Celebrating and living with the seasons is something that is so important to us as a family, and the ways in which we raise our daughter. We find so much joy in tying our lives to what is happening outside, in creating celebrations and traditions that we plan to rediscover each year. Memories of our daughter are similarly intertwined, the blossoms float in the background as I think of our first park picnics. The world outside is ochre as we chopped apples together to make a cake, small mouse-like nibbles in each and every slice.Read More
In our little patch of Suffolk over the last few days, it really feels like spring has well and truly landed. The sky is at its bluest, and it feels glorious sit and bask in the first warmth after winter. More likely than not, its not going to last too long before we at least get some spring showers, so we are making the most of it all.
Sometimes, that might be the simple act of hanging washing outside to dry. Or changing up our menu a little for fresher food. Every season we pull out new…Read More