It’s been a while since I did any patchwork quilting. The fiddly pieces of fabric and worry over matching up corners puts me off a little. And unlike knitting, there’s no way you can do it on the bus or in front of the telly. But making this gift at the weekend got me back in to the swing of things. Ever since, I’ve been pulling quilt books off the shelves and revisiting favourite Anna Maria Horner fabrics and Denyse Schmidt designs. I’m not sure I have the attention span for a whole blanket at the moment, but I’m sure I’ll be stitching a few more patchwork pieces soon.
Author: Rusty
Mothering
In one of my favourite songs Alela Diane sings of her mama giving her melodies that she will one day pass on to her own daughter. I love the thought of sharing and passing on the things we love best. I have many happy memories of baking and sewing with my mum as I grew up, and many more of us exploring new places by bicycle. So it seemed fitting this Mother’s Day to meet my mum at a favourite cafe, mid-bike ride, and give a hand-sewn gift.
Bikes, stitching and cake; three of my favourite things. And only a few of the marvellous things that my mum has passed on to me.
Reclaiming the day
It’s been foggy around here for days, complete with fog horns and a chill air that cuts right through optimistic springtime dressing. But this afternoon, the sun peeped out just a little. I was out of the office door at 5:01pm and within fifteen minutes Tom and I were Up Allotment.
This wide open space on our doorstep is still a novelty and, with these lengthening days, it’s an inviting post-work destination. We have the place to ourselves and a big view out to sea, still hazy in the fog. We make wild speculations about root systems and worm populations and give firm, unfounded opinions on composting and allotment etiquette. Thoughts don’t go far beyond this square of earth; dig and barrow, dig and barrow… It doesn’t take long to work up a hunger and talk moves to similarly vital debate such as What’s For Dinner.
This is my new favourite way to reclaim a weekday.
Surprised by the sun
True to its reputation, the Island overcame its dreary weather forecast with some perfect sunshine. Too often it’s sunny on a weekday when we’re stuck indoors and I kick myself for not pursuing a career as a park ranger or gardener. So, we’ve filled our weekend with time outdoors.
Despite waking up to the foghorn today, we were down on our allotment by mid-morning, facing an intimidating mound of woody spinach and mysterious bindweed. I felt worried that taking on this long-neglected patch would spell the end of other sunny adventures. But we also found the time to explore two new corners of the Downs, mosey around the beach and have waffle cones of my very favourite ice cream (Minghella’s Banana Smoothie, since you ask…)
Time feels more relaxed when its warm and still, and when being outside doesn’t involve trying to keep warm and brace against the wind. Spring is truly here and I’m enjoying every sunny moment.
Derek: World Explorer
Tom is not the only world explorer I am lucky enough to have in my family. My dad has always shown a passion for understanding how the world works. He’s a man of extreme adventure, always aiming to reach the edge of the land, the top of the mountain, or the middle of the ocean. As a child, I recall many trips by foot or by bike that were a little too long for my little legs. As a teenager, he would drive me crazy with his insistence on stopping to point out an interesting outcrop or ponder a museum display. But, with my teenage eye-rolling days over, I suspect that his adventuring spirit has rubbed off on me, as I dream of new places and new ideas.
A few days ago Tom and I went to hear Derek speak for the local Geological Society about his recent trip to El Hierro to study the active volcano. It’s always inspiring to see someone who has clearly found their element and wants to share it with others. We heard tell of spatter cones, parasitic vents, and flank collapse; all new ideas to me, despite having grown up around a Geologist!
I may not think geology rocks quite as much as my dad does, but it’s always a privilege to spend time with a world explorer.









