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The Moonbeam club.

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We go way back the moon and me. I’ve walked many times in the dark over the years when the moon has been high and bright in the sky.

One night, I walked up the garden in my pyjamas, clutching a howling newborn. The moonlight was a welcome distraction whilst I soothed my little bundle of noise.

Some nights, the sky has been filled with the noise of drunks singing, some nights have been filled with barking dogs and other nights, there was simply the whisper of trees and wind.
One full moon, I heard the shrieks of a tawny owl over a floodlit valley.

I’ve huddled under a bridge while the moon shone, hoping my problems would melt away but it just shone as close as it could to my crouching figure in the shadows.

And one time, I walked in despair, neither caring nor looking and the moon continued to shine.

Last night I walked in the cold, solstice, moonshine and it shone right through me and dog for our whole walk.

I was taking a walk with an old friend you see.

I’m sure there are many people taking a walk tonight to escape this time of year and I hope they find their answers under the moon or at least know they are not alone.
Wishing you all a peaceful time at mid winter. To moonlit nights.

The tree is up.

New cat, how will this one fare with a nice, sparkly tree?

Answers on a postcard…

Onesie not amused.

Winter is here and we will now commence after school onesie club.

My how you’ve grown.

I wake up in the morning and he’s visibly taller.

Installing Gruff, version 9.0 complete with sword upgrade.

Happy birthday bigger dude, you make me ridiculously proud to be your mum.

Mums break the internet.

This one’s for the mums. We are all bonkers and amazing. Love to all mums doing their best to just get through the day in the hope that tomorrow they will find the floor free of toys and lego. Hold fast.

Turn the up the volume.

Because it’s quite hard to hear the television over all this purring.

Elevensess

How on earth did Evie get to be eleven? Time has galloped at breakneck speed and I now have a beautiful, passionate, blue eyed artist with a love of books, drawing and cake.

Happy birthday Evie. Stay fluffy, always.

Bonnie breaks the internet.

I’ve been looking at all my drawings of Bonnie and thought you might enjoy this little selection of her best moments.
Bonnie, the hurricane, the bottomless pit, the legend, my girl. Still ever the wiggle machine and all round stinkpot of love.

Influence.

Evie is writing a list of things she might like for her birthday.

Gruff is making helpful suggestions.

Wondering if shell get a nice, shiny sword is something Gruff might wait a long time to see…

I smell therefore I eat it.

No, please don’t, look before we eat Bonnie.

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