Born in the rolling hills of Tuscany, at the heart of Italy. Grown in contact with nature and the changing seasons. Wandered to the steep and fascinating mountains of Tyrol, Austria, where the Alps tower high. Living in frenetic London, England. Yearning for a small period home with a not-so-perfect garden and a living orchard, roaming among ancient oak trees.
I have a curious nature and enjoy history and travelling, not necessarily in a physical fashion. Fascinated by wool, fabrics, antiques and very many other things. I hold a degree in Computer Science and work in software. I don’t like categories and conforming. I hate bullshit.
I believe in the need for a more sustainable lifestyle, as well as supporting independent producers. I love unique things, vintage and artisan pieces. Old objects that overcame the years tell us about those who made them and their times; in a way it is a bit like reading a little (piece of hi)story.
This blog is a collection of thoughts, travels and some of my makings. It is a wee storybook where things are recorded before they fade away.
Take care x
Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.
— Cree Indian Prophecy