My Very Own Space
So much for waking up to the sound of birdsong… It’s 05:30. I’ve woken to a sodden nappy on my face. Ben, our one year old, likes to clamber into the bed and lie not near us, not beside us, but on us. If we’re lucky he’ll offer to share his dummy. The kids wake…
















I often hope to find interviews with Margaret Wild who fascinates me and whose work I adore. Thoroughly enjoyed this…