30/05/2026
🌿A good few years ago, someone randomly got in touch to ask if I'd like to work in their studio. I toddled along after checking it wasn't a weird spam phishing thing (those happen, sometimes)... and I went through a door into a room surrounded by trees and I met a woman called Clare and her small son Hector and I was blown away by the space itself, perched in the trees, the openness, generosity and coffee making skills of Clare and the general adorableness of pre-verbal Hector. I later met Aubrey, who has since shared his pickles, taught me the fundamentals of an excellent sandwich, honked at me one too many times and made me chuckle often.
Since then, I've taught cover classes to quite a few people, moved into The Tent In The Trees for a week which became 5 months, befriended Morgan the spaniel, had the best chats with the growing Hector (who remains adorable) taught retreats and workshops, massaged guests, met and worked with the loveliest imaginable group of practitioners, been in and out over the years but finally settled there in January, welcomed in, as always, with my gammy shoulder and need for a semi-permanent home. I feel like I've been there forever, held in the trees, watching the goldcrests and wrens and bluetits and dragonflies and hornets and rabbits and all the other pals that came knocking.
Today marks the end of my regular slot at Larchwood... after 5 years of mobile treatments, I once again have a place all of my very own. It's pretty terrifying and exciting, but I'm getting ready, no more lugging 20 kilos of couch around... it won't be nearly so beautiful or dramatic (and there won't be a monster in the cupboard) but it will be mine. So this a bittersweet hwyl fawr ffrindiau to Larchwood.
💚 To Clare, Aub, H and Morgan, thank you for everything.
The first photo is me, today, taken by Clare for posterity. We also took some selfies of us looking really sad which I'm not allowed to share are we have too many chins.
