A Summer Mixer
Digging into the archives
Hello, Friends. We’re just over halfway through our three-week summer holiday at Casa McCrory, such is the languid stretch of time the Scandinavians typically take off this time of year. We’ve exhausted most of the big hitters—the zoo, aquarium, Tivoli, the Planetarium—so now there’s quite a lot of flopping around the garden and the paddling pool, when the weather permits. A trip to the supermarket definitely counts as an expedition, as does any length of time spent in the cargo bike. If there’s a pastry and a juicebox involved, we can usually call it a day.
So it goes that these slower moments force a deeper breath amongst us all. I figured it was a good time to share a few oldies but goodies from my archive, whilst I percolate on new stories, themes and ideas for when we all invariably return to our desks, offices and schools.
I count myself very lucky to have you as thoughtful and loving readers, and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know some of you better through the comments and exchanges we’ve had over the months. Thank you for joining me here. Long may this beautiful community continue!
With love,
Katie x
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