Homemade sourdough. Mum gave me one of her rising baskets which really helps with keeping the dough from spreading out too much. My starter is two months old now and I’ve been surprised at how easy it is to keep it going and make sourdough once the starter is established. I thought the process would be much more complicated than it is. Granted, it takes longer to make a loaf of sourdough than with packet yeast, but most of the additional time is proving time.
Cherry blossom and forget-me-nots looted from the trees and verges on my way home from the gym one evening in early May.
Shadows from an apple tree casting dappled light across the canvas of a sperry tent at a wedding we were filming. I love outdoor weddings.
The last time I saw Frightened Rabbit, not knowing it would be the last time.
A card for Babcia that never got sent, filled with inconsequential stories from my everyday life and plans for a camping trip to Cornwall at the end of the month.
My violin, before I took it in to Moseley Violins for restoration work. Mum and Dad bought me my violin when I was 12 and moved up to a full size, but it’s never had any work done on it. I’m getting the tailpiece changed as the one that is fitted at the moment has stiff fine tuners that have cut in to the violin’s varnish. The luthier is also going to retouch the varnish, rebush two of the pegs as they’re incorrectly positioned at the moment, and lower the action on the bridge as it’s quite high. I’m getting my bow rehaired for the first time in twenty years too. My violin is a fairly typical student violin made in Germany or Czechoslovakia in the 1910s or 1920s, but it’s of great sentimental value to me as I’ve had it for so long.
Letters from Babcia over the years. I’ve been re-reading them since she died on the 16th.
Birmingham Botanical Gardens
Marking up music for practice.
Mornings are spent on my lap at my desk, cuddling my knees. Afternoons are spent on the balcony, shuffling down the length from the living room door to the far end as the sun moves around. Once the sun hits the bench she then stays there for hours with her head and limbs hanging limply over the edge, before coming in to sit between us at dinner with all the doors and windows wide open.
The first of the peonies.
Coverack Harbour. I only have a handful of digital pictures from our camping trip to Cornwall, as we were mostly shooting film. I’ll write a separate post sharing the film photos once I get them developed.