A walk that got rained out, eggs on toast and chai on Crown St with an old friend, trying to sleep off a headache for a few hours and then, in the afternoon, glorious sunlight and cheese and cider and smoked oysters with Ngaio and J. Their house is like a garden, up on the third floor with all that light and Iggy to fawn over. It made for a beautiful Sunday in the end. 





Today was plain old lovely. It was a Sunday by the book, or by my book at least. Up by 8 and out to Addison Road Markets to buy veggies for the week, not to mention a few new records and some plants, and a big bunch of poppies which have already started to blossom and fall. I did some gardening while Katie made stewed rhubarb for our muesli and watercress soup for our lunch (she's very British). And in the afternoon I made a batch of strawberry and ginger scones from the Violet Cakes book I got in London - otherwise known as my happy place. The cafe, the book, the scones - all of them heaven. I love the photography and the way Clare writes, and the combinations of flavours feels simple but blows my mind. My cousin Lucy came by and we drank tea and ate scones and cried laughing on my front porch in the afternoon sun. 

I made a chicken pie for dinner and found a bit of time to read the paper in-between loads of washing. Like I said, a Sunday by the book.  





Just a few warmer days and already I'm thinking ahead, past Christmas, to another year at Yorke's. This will be our third in a row. It has to be one of the quietest and most beautiful parts of the world. It's not fancy; a rough and raw coastline, national park mostly, a bait shop and the one pub. 

We booked a house for a week or so over new year. I'm going to up my beach game this year and invest in low deck chairs, for those afternoons in the last sunlight, my feet in the water. A week of cider and IPAs and lots of wine, some nice gin, lots of salads and of course ice creams. Early nights and early mornings, sand everywhere. Scrabble and the books we got for Christmas, yoga on the deck and twilight walks by the beach. 

Just a few months now. 

* Beautiful picture by my friend Victoria Hannan.




Been a while coming, this post. So many new sounds and songs going around in my head... 

* Not a newby, but after seeing Jenny Lewis at the Enmore a month or so ago I can't get enough of her. Her as her, and also her as Rilo Kiley. Arms Outstretched has always been a gem, but hearing her sing it with just a guitar and some sweet backing harmonies was beautiful.

* Best Coast / California Nights because the mornings are lighter and it's just now spring and the jasmine has started. The long, dog days of summer are close at hand and I could't be happier about it. This album sounds like I feel. 

* My big sister put me onto City and Colour when I was home in July and I felt like I was 15 again, with her lending me tapes or CDs and knowing what's what way before I had a clue. The Hurry and the Harm came out back in 2013, but is is such lovely introduction to his stuff that I have barely moved on. It's just such a beautifully crafted collection of songs. 

* That there's a new Wilco album makes me happy. That it's called Star Wars and has a vintage painting of a cat on the front makes me happier. That it's a brilliant listen makes me happiest. I mean, of course it would be - it's all the twang and rock you expect of these gentlemen, with just enough good humour and all that wonderful guitar work. 

* Jess Ribeiro, Kill It Yourself is brand-spanking-new and so-damn-amazing. The title track especially - my friend Em messaged me about it JUST as I was listening to it. I love how dark and moody it is, kind of eerie and beautiful. It was produced by Mick Harvey which gives you an idea of how talented this woman is and seems to me like a brilliant fit. Also, I just love the cover. Reminds me a bit of Exile on Main St and a bit of a few years ago

* Apparently, Tobias Jesso Jr's Goon is 'the most depressingly beautiful album ever written. It's like Elton John and Paul McCartney had a love child, and he knows exactly what a break up feels like'. This, from the last person I broke up with. You get the picture - beautiful, sad, sweet, melodic. This guy is a serious talent. 

* The only thing I don't like about the new Jason Isbell album is that he's not touring it. I hear he and his wife just had a baby, which is lovely, but not much good to me here in Sydney. I saw him support Ryan Adams at the Opera House a few years ago, not knowing what to expect and was just completely bowled over. This new one isn't as heartbreakingly tense as his old one, just that strong alt-country sound with his beautiful voice. 

* Ben Salter's The Stars My Destination is one of the best Australian albums I've heard in a while. Boat Dreams is kind of like 80s Australian rock (and I mean that in a really good way).

* Not sure how I came across Holy Holy, but they've been on high rotation the last month or so. They're playing around the country at the moment, and I'm hoping to make a show - it's kind of melodic and interesting, reminds me of Local Natives in parts. Very smooth and beautifully put together sounds.  



There was a moment on Sunday, around my third pint of Stone and Wood, that just seemed to sing. As if all the things had fallen into place - it was cold but bright, 12 or so of my very best friends had come down to the Wheatsheaf for an afternoon drink, the sun was pouring in through the window, the open fire was warm and my nieces and friends' children had calmed a little and were mostly colouring-In or eating crisps. But Daisy wanted to dance and I realised as I got up with her that they were playing Miss Ohio by Gillian Welch which has to be about the best song to make your heart smile. Sometimes a song feels like the exact right way to sum up a day, or a feeling. And when it comes on without thought, when you just hear it there out of nowhere it  feels like if life was a film; curated with just the right sentiment or melody or something. Holding Daisy's hands and laughing, swaying, I felt and knew that there was nowhere else to be and everything happens for a reason and the reason was that afternoon. 

Lemonades were spilt and some couldn't stay long, but for a while there it was wonderful. 




I'm having a few issues, you might have noticed. Technical ones, Wordpress ones, me being inept with settings ones. Sorry if pictures are about 47 times too big for the page, or just not loading, or loading but you can barely see a corner of the page from your mobile / tablet. Hoping to be back, brighter, better, and actually reader-friendly in a week or so. In the meantime maybe make a cake (see last post), go for a walk, or just put your feet up and listen to your favourite Joni Mitchell record because that is Time Well Spent in my book... 

xx Meg 


I started my week in the kitchen.

On Monday I thought the cold weather was all too much so came straight home from work and poached a few pears in vanilla, cinnamon, star anise and cloves. The house smelt like Christmas, so toasty and warm. I used Mark's recipe, but cut the (brown) sugar by half and added the other spices. My friend D and I have a Porridge Club at work (which is really just us making porridge first thing in the morning - and actually just I call it Porridge Club, he calls it breakfast). Anyway, these pears were so good I have officially declared myself Queen of Porridge Club.

On Tuesday I had friends over for dinner and made the most amazing molasses ginger cake. I'd saved it from the paper and pinned it to the fridge a few weeks ago just knowing it would be good (now online here). The golden syrup, the brown sugar, the cloves and ALL THE GINGER. I probably went a bit far with the ginger because I love it so much, but this cake was all the better for it. It was one of the best I've made (and I have made a lot of cakes). I'm already thinking about when I can make it again, and suspect it will be one of those cakes I make for the rest of my life.

And because you can't serve your friends just cake (or even just cake and wine), I also grilled some chicken and made a beautiful winter salad from Ostro. Another one I will be looking to make again, and soon - I loved the sweet beetroot, the walnuts, the lemony greens and hearty lentils. Just right for a rainy night in with a bottle of red.

That's a good Monday, a good Tuesday.

* Image, B Chaet


Still heavy with a head cold today. I'd meant to go away to the farm with friends for their mid-winter bonfire this weekend, but I felt the stress of too many things to do and a very sore throat, so decided to stay home. It's a hard one, when you know it will be a wonderful time, but as I said to my mother, 'you can't do all the things'. So I stayed home. In the end, I was too sick for work last week and felt foggy all weekend, a runny nose and the like. By SUNDAY I'd pulled myself together and roped my cousin Flynn into helping me move the old washer and sideboard I was getting rid of. We hired a van, he calmed my nerves while I drove it, we stopped at the bakery (of course), I took a picture through the dusty window (above) and, pleasantly, we managed to shift it all without any drama. We even had time for a cup of tea and the Saturday paper quiz with my grandmother in the afternoon sun. She's doing well, though she's had a rough time of it. Every day with her feels like a blessing, as does a gloriously bright winter afternoon after being sick in bed for days. It was a good one.