The car is packed with books, wellies, fleeces, toys, watercolours, kitchen knives, notebooks, Muji pens, laptops, candles, the manuscript of a novel. We’re going to Cornwall. We’re looking for time: for ourselves, for each other, to work and be inspired. To find the life we imagined for ourselves and our daughter.
Why do places have to grow so much more beautiful when you’re leaving them behind?
A last Christmas in our flat. For us and the Doll’s House Family.
Goodbye to our park, Queens Park, NW6:
And goodbye (for now) to the wonderful Puppet Barge, Little Venice after one last performance: