Swim state of mind

I swim for the sweet, timeless middle. Where I count, and breathe, and glide. Where, for a little while, I’m not a hassled mother, a…

31 apologies and 1 big thank you

I’ve always considered myself a good neighbour. The kind of neighbour that will take in your parcel for you, tell you if you’ve left your…

You really have let yourself go

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Well here it is. The thing I’ve been ignoring for the last five sleep-deprived and utterly mental (good and bad)…

Forget the she-shed, I’m hijacking the …

I don’t have a garden office – AKA ‘she-shed’ (yuk). But I wish I did. Having researched, read and written about them for various clients,…

Festivals, friends and photos

Today we’re all recovering from our first family festival. It was a blast. We went to a small, friendly festy just two miles from our…

Under the green fig tree. So what’…

So you’ve seen the name of my blog: Under the Green Fig Tree. Sounds cool, but what in heck’s name does it mean? Well, here’s the thing,…

Hourly yoga = doable

I work from home. I write. All day. In between dropping my kids at school and picking them up again. I try to swim three…