Late night thinking..

Just recently I’m getting to sleep a lot later i think partly due to the recent heat and my body clock not quite getting along with it.

The one thing about not getting to sleep till late is I find myself doing a lot of thinking…about life and love and wondering if the two will ever combine or is a Miss Havisham existence beckons but with more cats…

Life’s little worries seem to hardly matter when the world is so sad and lost at the moment, when people, children are dying so needlessly.

Tell that person how you feel, how happy they make you, as the Beatles said “All You Need Is Love”…

Anyway I’ve rambled but it’s just how I was feeling…


In which Clare decides…or thinks about deciding…

I should be more spontaneous….

Waking one morning catching the bus to the train station and picking somewhere randomly off the board, spending the day in a place I don’t know..exploring.
That sort of thing..

I spend far too much of my life planning exactly what will happen next, knowing where I have to be and at what time every week without fail.

But maybe the not knowing would be much more exciting and perhaps life changing.
Walk down a different street one day and that decision could change my life..

Years ago at school I thought my life would be many things by now but to be honest it hasn’t lived up to expectations.
So I need to make changes and find the Clare that I wanted to be…


In the early hours..

It’s 4:03 am I should be sleeping but it’s so hot, my neighbours dogs are howling and a local fox is making their presence felt too..such a eerie sound.
So I’m here instead trying to think what to write but just rambling.

I’m waiting for a storm, a storm that will hopefully cool everything down but instead the weather has turned silent in Nottinghamshire and we swelter instead.
I long for Autumn, for the sound of leaves crunching under my feet, wrapping up in scarves and hands round a steaming mug of hot wonderful tea.

My whole life I’ve found colder weather much easier to cope with, I’m aware I sound slightly grumpy about having lovely weather but oh goodness it’s hot!!
So I think I shall try to sleep or read, my current read is the excellent The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton. (very good)

I shall endeavour to enjoy the warm weather whilst secretly getting my winter clothes ready…

Just as I finished writing this it began to rain…

It’s all about the Penguin…

I love books…I love old books…I love new books and most especially I love Vintage Penguin books.
I have a little collection which is slowly but oh so surely being added to..


They fascinate me so, I want to know what lives they have lead before they came to the secondhand bookshop where I found them.
Who so very lovingly cared for them..

For instance..who wrote a Rudyard Kipling poem in the back of a 1972 copy of Northanger Abbey.


A part of me wants to tell them “your books are safe and cared for” the books you loved, the books you brought for a few shillings or were given from a much loved relative, are much loved.
I want to talk to B. C. Howe from Louth who in 1946 shared my love of H.G.Wells, Owning both my copies of Kipps and The History of Mr Polly.


Frequent trips to the wonderful Harlequin Books in Lincoln mean my collection will always be added too and I shall always wonder just who loved them before and think of them as I read.

My seat..right?

Something I’ve been musing over since the weekend..( don’t know if it’s a good blog subject but hey I’m new to this)

Saturday night I boarded a train from Oxford to Birmingham New Street luckily found my seat quickly and then oh the usual knot in my stomach as I realised I would have to ask someone to move out of my seat…

I love my train journeys, a booked seat, hopefully a good treat trolley (so important) and even more importantly good travelling companions…

But every time I dread having to ask people to move, in my experience people are normally perfectly fine about it, but not Saturday the girl I had to ask to move was not happy…at all.

I was very glad when she and her friends got off at Leamington Spa.

I’ve since been told that perhaps I should’ve sat somewhere else and given up my seat…
But hang on a moment I paid for that seat. I collected my tickets (and checked every few moments that they were still in my bag) I got to the train station on time for that seat.

So it’s my seat isn’t it…I have every right to move the person sitting in it…don’t I?

Oxford,Inspector Morse and more…

So inspired by Twitter friend and great Jewellery maker @WorshipBlues I’ve set up a little blog.
I must try and keep up with this, I tend to get distracted very very ooh something shiny…easily.

At the moment I’m on holiday which is currently being spent watching Black Books and eating Midget Gems, not the most productive afternoon I agree but it is good.

Saturday was spent in the beautiful city of Oxford with good friend @HistorianLaura
I am quite the Inspector Morse fan so to be in his city was a thrill…look below for a few pics…


Oh dear I think that is it for the moment..come back soon for more thrilling posts…no seriously do…