My parents were... supportive, creative and inspiring. My mother was an optical receptionist and my father had his own television sales company.
Our writer takes a walk, smells the flowers, and feels better. Green exercise works – and anything blue, it seems, is a bonus
He had a capacity for idolatory, but it was not a passive form of hero-worship
Does the print-maker who gropes around down in the basement deserve to be the poor, neglected cousin of that esteemed society painter up in the light-filled, ground-floor studio space? In short, are prints always journeys on the road to somewhere more important? Not at all. Think of the great prints made by Goya and Rembrandt, for example. The best of these were in no way inferior to their paintings.
Leave the picnic at home: our new reviewer says finding fresh food in a summer setting can be a walk in the park
Stylish and editor, 37
Diana Raymond was the author of 24 novels, a memoir, theatre criticism, a number of lyric poems and a play about one of her heroes, John Keats.
I am stark naked. On the edge of a northern sea. In the depths of winter. It is, unsurprisingly, freezing. The body of water beside which I am shivering and goose pimpled is the Baltic. Or at least it's where the Baltic ends and merges with the North Sea, on that stretch of grey, flat water bisecting the coasts of Denmark and Sweden: the Oresund. To the north, on the opposite shore, are the battlements of Elsinore, where Hamlet fought with insanity. Here in Malmö , in the south of Sweden, I'm beginning to doubt my own state of mind. What was it about going swimming at this time of year that seemed like a good idea? And in chilly Scandinavia, at that?
Charlotte Mendelson thought that houses in the London enclave where she set her novel were all out of reach. Then she found the perfect doer-upper...