Life with the ducks


For the last eight weeks I’ve woken to the sounds of waterbirds: the foghorn quack of ducks, the cry of seagulls and the strange, sharp bark of coots. If I’m lucky, the wind is blowing and the barge sways along with it. If it’s raining, the sound on the roof makes our tiny bedroom feel … Continue reading Life with the ducks

Four men in the British Library


I spent a wonderful day yesterday in the company of four men at the British Library. They said very little, but I learnt so much from them and their work. They are illuminators from fourteenth-century London: talented, funny, inventive and disciplined, and each one had his own particular take on life. We met in the … Continue reading Four men in the British Library