My Kokeshi

A couple of months ago my wonderful sister-in-law came to visit, without brother, from Tokyo. We had a lovely chilly time here, and we also called on my friend at the other end of the terrace, where sister-in-law spotted her wooden doll, brought back many years ago from travels in Japan. Next time I saw my brother he had a gift for both me and my friend from sister-in-law. Wrapped up in Japanese newspaper, I nearly didn’t have to unwrap it as it was so exciting just as it was. But inside were two dolls – known as Kokeshi. Here is my one:

kokeshi doll



Post-apocalypse estate agents

Well hello. It’s been a while. I have been away in Corfu, reading a gaiety of post-apocalyptic fiction, including The End We Start From. I recommend this short novel to anyone, and its observations of having a young baby amid an environmental catastrophe are touching, frightening, and also frequently funny. When the narrator muses that […]