This morning, I stumbled upon a wee Haggis, its tiny form shivering, eyes wide with the loneliness of one who’s wandered far from home. Lost and forlorn, it whimpered softly until a gentle cuddle returned warmth to its trembling body. Together we climbed the hill, the earth soft and damp beneath our feet, in search of its kin. It was not long before we stumbled across a frantic search party of distressed Haggi. Their snorting, squeaking, and even weeing with delight brought a smile to my face, such a rare and wondrous sight, as my wee granny would often say, a sight as rare as hens teeth.   Their joyous reunion erupted into a gregarious, impromptu dance, a wild Scottish thank-you, and then as quickly as they appeared, they were gone, disappearing through the morning mist of low clouds.

Beyond January’s midpoint, the sobering start of winter slips by with surprising haste, painting moody skies and shifting weather. Nights slowly drawing out, their moody darkness yielding to mornings that slowly stretch open, each one a shade brighter than the last. Birds flit and fuss at the feeders, their feathers fluffed against the chill, yet with every new dawn their renewed songs grow bolder by the increasing earlier hour.

And just like that, overnight, the frost gathers up her shimmering cloak, gently sweeping away the exquisite filigree of ice, collecting each glinting diamond thread and tucking it away as if it were a secret. She leaves behind only the memory of her breath, crisp and invigorating, vanishing into the darkness like a lover not yet ready to commit. By morning, the sun spreads her arms, spilling golden winter warmth over the waking world, bringing vibrant colours back across our path.

Winter arrives draped in a billowing cloak of ice crystals, each piece catching the light like shards of a chandelier. Veins of frosted lace unravel through the invisible currents of frozen air, sweeping past with the hush of a memory. Every breath conjures fresh artistry—delicate etchings blooming across windowpanes in endless, silvery brushstrokes. Tree branches bend beneath drapes of diamond frost, their patterns curling over palm fronds and flower heads, weaving the world into a silent cathedral of glittering designs.

Yesterday brought another quiet stroll beyond the village, just me and the long shadow of my tree companion. With Robert sidelined and awaiting surgery, these solo walks have become a time for gentle reflection and tranquil escape—each step an invitation to slow down, breathe deeply, and find peace in the familiar landscape.

December arrives as a tapestry of celebrations, each thread woven with memory and meaning. For us, the Winter Solstice is more than the turning of the year—it marks our wedding anniversary, a cherished pause to reflect on joy-filled days and dream of years still to come. As the world slows and quiets, we embrace rest and togetherness: toes warmed by the glow of log fires, favourite films flickering in the background, and the indulgence of rich, comforting food and wine. In these moments, time feels both suspended and deeply precious—a season for gratitude, love, and the gentle rhythms of home.

This month always flies past so fast for me. Busy creating, boxing, and shipping. The dark night doesn’t seem so dark this year; I guess winter has not really struck home yet, which makes this season feel lighter and more hopeful. I do love a touch of twinkle lights and extra candles. Seasonal flowers in the vases, a touch of holly, red berry wreaths, and robins.

November has been a relatively peaceful month. From the late winter sun casting gentle warmth as leaves continue to change colour and cling on until the bitter end, to frost-etched patterns sparkling through the dappled sunlight. For us, November has been a time for reflection, mourning the loss of a parent, and re-evaluating our sudden, unexpected health issues. To say we have faced challenges would be an understatement, but one thing is sure: our love for life together, the awe of the natural beauty around us, and the hope for more adventures ahead sustain us. Love and happiness bring a contentment that we have been fortunate enough to be enveloped in protectively. Always grateful for life that happens all around and the futur that awaits.

Térèsa

I always think of November as the handover month. When leaves are still falling from their branches, animals prepare to hibernate, as the weather can often be relatively mild —almost as if a small thank-you gift—the last of the autumnal sun shines through, carrying the remaining hints of warmth. When a brisk walk brings the first blush to our cheeks, we know the frost is waiting for its annual return, but not just yet! The last of the crunching leaves fills our path as the sun lowers in the sky, and the nights draw closer, the moon filling our evening skies, alive and bright. It's a time of anticipation, of the winter that's just around the corner.

The fires in the hearth, the candles glow; keep warm, be safe, and enjoy November's arms gently wrap around you, as we quietly await winter's snow.

Térèsa

I love the way the day warms up, friendly and easy at this time of year. Clouds slowly shake off their sleep and stretch out across the soft blue Autumnal skies, allowing the sun to shine through. The cooler temperatures now enable the trees to relax and prepare for their winter hibernation. Time to wind down and let the green leaves change, relaxing into those fabulous golden colours. Amber's dance with ruby reds as shades of yellow sapphires take to the centre stage, the Autumn Waltz has begun. Nature brings us a therapy of colours, like a gentle hug all around. Soon the leaves will fall and another dance will start, but for now, enjoy the warmth and glow that surround us.

Operation 'Sideboard' is now complete.

Weeks of careful carpentry went into making the side panel with two opening windows, ensuring that our porch is a comfortable spot all year round. We can now indulge in our love for breakfast outside, even in the colder months. Twinkle toes, our old cat, also enjoys the new addition, often found basking in the morning sun and watching the twirls of steam rise as the dew sparkles like happy tears.

Living and working in this beautiful place is a joy, but the true pleasure is sharing it with Robert. His retirement and health are our top priorities, especially with his permanently fractured neck. Despite the challenges, his resilience and positivity make him a joy to live with. I feel incredibly fortunate to have this lifestyle.

Embracing the serenity of the morning, the unhurried breaking of the fast, and the excitement of a new day with the one you love. After more years than we care to remember, breakfast was a rushed affair or a quick bite on the way out the door before six o'clock. The journey to work, the long day ahead, the rush of the day. It's a ritual we now cherish, the slower pace, and the chance to make up for lost breakfasts together.

Low cloud and drizzle this morning. We were splashed from above and underneath; the ground was so wet. Is it just me, or just this area, but it feels more like October. Cold and damp. Our morning ride out was nonetheless invigorating, and the hot milky coffee, a comforting warmth in a chilly morning, was very much needed. Back home and wrapped up in cosy warm clothes. The log burner will be on very soon.

I feel a snuggling afternoon is so very long overdue.

August slipped in without introduction, a bit like an old friend returning after an adventure, with stories to tell, full of emotions, love and laughter to share. I adore this time of year, as it marks the transition into September, which is also my birthday month. I really feel connected with nature around me. I so love to watch the colours change, slow at first, but I notice them instantly. And from that point, it is all about life and the transformation we all undertake. Whether plant, insect, animal, or us, mere humans, we are all part of this shared experience of change, whispering in our ears.

Another reason Autumn is special to us is that it allows us to dance more in the evening, especially after dinner. The cooler weather, dining back indoors again, candles, and music - there is no finer way to relax at the end of the day than dancing in the kitchen with your one true love.

Elsbeth's safe and secure life is about to unravel rapidly. Her partner, James, has kept many secrets from her, and she is about to discover how bad they are as she deals with James' sudden death.

Memories of her happy and loving life will haunt and confuse her, threatening to tip her over the edge, especially when she learns James' death was not an accident.

Elsbeth will travel between the past and present, lies and deceit cutting through her like shards of glass. Her life twists and turns like a rollercoaster. For Elsbeth, this heart-breaking journey will bring her closer to her family and make her filter through her friendships as she knocks down walls and rebuilds her life.

My New News...

At last, my first novel is almost ready for purchase. What a fantastic end to yesterday; my proof copy arrived just as I was stepping out of the shower. Naturally, a small glass of bubbles was in order.

SO... stay tuned for more updates on my debut novel 'Face Value'. Launch date: 31 Aug.

Elven Glass will be supporting its promotion, and signed copies will be available, along with direct purchases from Amazon and Kindle.

As a thank you for helping to launch my book E.G. will be offering a 10% discount on glassware when you buy the book. More details to follow.

What a great start to the day. It's been a while since we were last out on the bikes, my wee legs are feeling it now. It was lovely to watch the mist and cloud disappear, it looks like a lovely hot day ahead.

The calm before the pending storm. After a busy day at the workbench, sipping chilled wine and enjoying the calm, warm evening. Butterflies float all around the birds at the feeder, and the gentle lull of music in the background sets the ambience for our tranquil evening dining.

The colours grow stronger before our eyes, intensifying with the magic of nature. A subtle breeze like a lover's kiss floats in the air with a soft and gentle warmth of summer, her energy full and alive, enjoying the last throws of her spell over us.

Kick-starting August with a cheeky wee coffee at the top of the garden. You know how much Robert loves to make it fresh outside, yes, even grinding the beans while watching the Tits and Gold Finches at the bird hangers. It's always lovely to take a break from the workbench. This month will be a busy, with catching up on orders, restocking, and creating new colour palettes. But, first coffee!!