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If I am honest I don’t really like jam, I find it too sweet and on toast first thing in the morning I am more of a Bovril type person. However I live with a weirdo who either only eats toast with butter, or jam. Never both (he wont even butter a sandwich but that is another story). So when The Cornish Jar recently asked me if we would like
Analogue Photography and the Joy of Imperfection For the past few months I’ve been carrying around a 50mm lens on a film camera, and it’s quietly changed the way I look at the world. At first it felt restrictive. No zooming in or out, no dramatic wide shots, just this very ordinary piece of glass on the front of my camera. But over time it has been teaching me to
I first signed up as a contributor to Unsplash nearly ten years ago. At the time, the platform was still in its early stages. It was a growing community of photographers sharing high-quality images, completely free to use. It was an exciting idea: a kind of creative commons for photography, where images could be downloaded and used without worrying about licensing fees or complicated terms and conditions. It felt like a generous
The other morning I thought I’d found the bargain of the year — a Canon G7 X Mark III for under £50. If you know anything about cameras, you’ll know that model normally sells for around £700. So yes, my scam radar immediately started twitching. But curiosity got the better of me and I decided to dig a little deeper. I’d seen the deal on Instagram, served up as a
I have a confession to make: I’ve never seen Lilo & Stitch. Not once. I know it’s a Disney classic and beloved by many, but somehow it passed me by. That said, the second I laid eyes on this [adorable product – insert what it actually is], I completely understood the appeal. It’s just so cute. Ridiculously cute. The kind of cute that makes you do a little squeal, whether you’re 5 or
Forgive the terrible pic, its a picture of a picture and the only one I can lay my hands on right now but it’s me and my dad and there wont be any more of those so I am cherishing the ones I do have. I’ve been quietly tiptoeing around Father’s Day this year. It’s the first one without my dad, and I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about seeing
I wanted to write about our trip to Prospect Cottage on here but couldnt think of a better way to phrase it than what I said on Instagram, so forgive me for copying and pasting it. When Annie and I got to Dungeness recently I finally stood in front of Prospect Cottage, a place I’ve been curious about for years. Once home to artist and filmmaker Derek Jarman, it’s a
Actually that is a lie. Dungeness is not England’s only desert. Google will tell you it is. Countless articles online will tell you it is, but if you dig a little deeper you will see it’s an urban myth. A story started by the landlord of the pub in Dungeness who wanted to start a rumour to see if it would gain traction. If you have ever visited the area
This year we watched our daughter run the London Marathon. And I say “watched” as if that’s all we did—but let me tell you, being a spectator takes some serious planning, stamina, and grit. You might not be running 26.2 miles, but if you’re doing it right, you’ll end the day feeling like you’ve done a marathon of your own. If you’re thinking of supporting someone next year, here’s what
Some stories land quietly in your heart and never leave. For me, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry is one of them and if we have been friends for years you will know how much this story means to me. How often I talk about it, recommend it and generally love it. I am lucky enough to have met the author Rachel Joyce a few times, and to read all of her
Few wine regions conjure up as much quiet reverence as Burgundy — especially when it comes to whites which is why I would say white Burgundy is my favourite wine. So when a curated case of white Burgundy arrived from Naked Wines, featuring names like Dominic Hentall, Benjamin Laroche, and Christophe et Fils, I knew we were in for something special. Before diving into the wines themselves, it’s worth understanding
I have always considered myself a fairly competent human being. I can cook a meal without setting the kitchen on fire, dress myself without assistance, and maintain basic hygiene—at least, that’s what I thought before I had carpal tunnel surgery. What I failed to realise is that once you take away the use of one hand, the world becomes a far more complicated place. If you, like me, are about