Granny

Ha, caught you out Granny! My Mum (aka Granny) has our blog as her home page and she’ll be embarrassed that she is in the spotlight. Well this one is for you to say thanks for being such a wonderful lady, for looking after Wilf so I could get the orders out this week and for teaching me how to play golf in the dark the other evening. I love you.

Also, thanks for going on a jaunt around the country lanes and coming home with fresh Whitwell watercress and runner beans. The watercress could blow you head off it is that potent, but it looks nice! I made a smiley(ish) face for you. x

Ideal Home magazine blog

I’ve got to be a bit quicker. Lots of good things happened while we had our heads down working on the new collection and during the launch, but we were too snowed under to get them on the blog. Bethan from Ideal Home Magazine wrote a very upbeat piece on the HomeShoppingSpy blog, thank you…

‘Those clever people at Bold & Noble have just this minute launched a brand new collection of screen prints… I am in love! I had to share them with you straight away. Enjoy!’

Northern Soul

Did you see the BBC David Hockney documentary? He is growing on me. I saw his exhibition at the National Portrait gallery a while back and liked (not loved) his work, with the documentary you get more of a feel for the man and he is very genuine with some great insights. He has that naughty twinkle in his eye of someone who has really lived.

The programme follows his homecoming to Yorkshire from California, as he discovers an activity he’s never tried before – painting outdoors. And boy does he paint, literally hundreds of paintings sometimes repeating the same scene at different times in the year. There is a bit where he is painting in some Yorkshire field and a car pulls up, a man shouts ‘I’ve got a frontroom needs painting when you’re done here’. Eeeek! Hockney handles it like a pro and just gets on with the job at hand. I do admire his work ethic, he really focusses on the subject and blocks everything else out.

If you have an hour to kill, it is worth a watch. And here is a little uplifting quote from the man in the flat cap…

‘The mind is the limit. As long as the mind can envision the fact that you can do something, you can do it, as long as you really believe 100 percent’ – David Hockney

Bill Brandt

A while ago, I went to see the Bill Brandt (1904-1983) exhibition at the V&A. He is a photographer well known for his documentation of British cultural and social life and his more surrealist work that was influenced by Man Ray who he assisted whilst living in Paris.

Naturally there were dozens of beautiful images there, but the one that struck me the most was this one ‘Bayswater Houses lit by Moonlight’. During the war Brandt was commissioned to produce a major photographic inventory of the capital’s important buildings. The work was carried out during the black-out, without flash. I can’t remember how long the photograph was exposed for, but it was ages, hours maybe.

I love this comment by Elizabeth Bowen, one of Brandt’s favourite writers, ‘Full moon drenched the city and searched it; there was not a niche left to stand in. The effect was remorseless: London looked like the moon’s capital – shallow, cratered, extinct…And the moon did more: it exonerated and beautified’. Why don’t we speak like that any more?

When I lived in London I used to cycle to and from work, once there was a powercut all the way down Old Street and the Clerkenwell Road and it was very peaceful cycling in the darkness without any manmade light. I think that is what I find so attractive about this photograph, the stillness. In the words of the photographer himself ‘In 1939, at the beginning of the war, I was back in London photographing the blackout. The darkened town, lit only by moonlight, looked more beautiful than before or since’

Sun please

I doubt that my comment a few weeks back about ‘not minding the rain’ has jinxed the weather, but if you’re listening up there I wouldn’t mind a bit of sun now please. The last time I was in Norfolk at the end of May, I used to run past this campsite every night, and I longed to camp and still do. It is a beautiful spot on the edge of a pine forest which backs onto the huge expanse of Holkham beach. It has that glorious southern France smell of hot pine trees and is just metres from the beach. Ooo lovely, I quite fancy a little run about in the forest and a dip in the sea… any chance?

Spudulike

This is probably very dull if you’re not into digging. But I’d like to show my Brother Simon my spuds. We teamed up in January to order our allotment seeds, onion sets and chitting potatoes and in March I gave up my weekend lie-ins for 7am digging sessions at the allotment. Sounds mad, but there is something great about frosty mornings when everyone else is in bed. Five months on, and I have 15lbs of spuds to show for it, oh yeah. Was it worth it? Mmm… I think having an allotment is more about the process than the harvest. One chilly morning the site was deserted apart from myself and a very friendly pheasant who munched on the worms I’d unearthed, it was a tranquil (and back breaking) experience.

I now have a little helper, but seem to spend most of my time fishing him out of the water butt.