Meg Pickard:
This is the view from my hotel room balcony this evening. Sorry.
Meg Pickard:
Secret document outlines strategy
Meg Pickard:
It will raise questions
Meg Pickard:
Dear Nature Valley, your advert on the front of Metro this morning demonstrates you're rubbish at maths.
Meg Pickard:
You know what they say: red sky at night...
Meg Pickard:
Who's left?
Meg Pickard:
Is this the most quintessentially British way to spend a sunny summer evening?
Meg Pickard:
White Cliffs
Meg Pickard:
Seagulls over the white cliffs of Dover
Meg Pickard:
This town makes me hungry
Meg Pickard:
A bold claim
Meg Pickard:
Midge-avoidance technique: the classic
Meg Pickard:
A brief plodge
Meg Pickard:
To establish new beds
Meg Pickard:
View from B&B window
Meg Pickard:
Now I've brought it in, what do I do with it?
Meg Pickard:
If I poke it, will it jump?
Meg Pickard:
Deeply suspicious
Meg Pickard:
Fierce hunter in action again. Sigh.
Meg Pickard:
Nice plums
Meg Pickard:
Pickle's first house-guest
Meg Pickard:
In honour of my college 20 year reunion currently happening on the other side of the world, I baked date squares
Meg Pickard:
Sleeping. Again.
Meg Pickard:
Cobblers
Meg Pickard:
British summer
Meg Pickard:
Farm Shop
